Wednesday, June 11, 2008written once at 11:15 PM
Being Judgmental
She shuddered when she realized there was a black man sitting beside her. He was huge. Her eyes randomly glazed to make sure he took no advantage of her.Her fears heightened when he shifted nearer to her. She swallowed, attempting to take deep breaths to calm herself. More people went up the bus... crowding the vehicle. The black man poked an elderly lady's bag; attempting to get her attention but she did not realized. He patted her hand. The lady turned. The black man stood up and offered his seat to her. When they reached their destination, the black man accidentally brushed against the girl. Much to her surprise; he apologized.
In a restaurant she was in, she saw two black guys. At first impression, they looked like school dropouts and problematic kids or even havoc wreckers. She watched them a while as she licked her ice cream. An Indian man walked in followed by a Chinese lady. A little boy followed behind. When the two had taken their seats behind the black guys, the little boy ran towards the baby chairs, attempting his best to pull one out to their table. But even as he dragged it as hard as he could, the chair refused to pass through the small lane.
The girl watched on...
The older black guy leaned forward and carried the baby chair up for the little boy.
"Where to?" she watched his mouth formed the words.
Much to her surprise, even when the existing chair was pulled out by the black guy to push in the baby chair, the Indian man did not turn to look. Not once. Even when the black guy lifted the flap of the baby chair and carried the little boy up to the chair, the supposing guardian/parent of the kid did not turn to look. A smile appeared on the black guy's face; as though contented as there was a smile on the kid's face as well.
Smiling to herself, she was glad she witnessed a happy incident. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, when the group behind the black guys left after more people had joined them, the little boy threw tantrums and started crying. The Indian man carried him up, the cries did not stop. The girl looked away; turning to look back at the black guys. The one who helped the boy, carried him up all without a single turn from the parent/guardian (not even a word of thanks even) was grinning at the kid.
& the kid stopped crying.
And I have learned, not to be judgmental of anyone. If you don't want people to judge you, don't judge people. Besides, who are we to judge anyone of us?
Great lesson learned ;D
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