Sometimes I find myself asking, am I screwed up? And who are we to judge?
Then I go out and I people watch. I observe. My surroundings and everything going on, I just absorb it. I recall a time in my life where I would see a person and ask myself, “I wonder what issues they are facing in their life?”
I wanted to help people. Because who are we to judge?
I didn’t have all of the answers, but I wanted to.
One night I said a prayer and it was along the lines of... someday I wanted to be able to help people. It wasn’t just one person or a few hundred people, but I wanted to help millions.
It caused me to reflect on all of the problems out there.
Eventually, things started happening in my life. It wasn’t until after dozens of experiences, that I realized perhaps I was getting what I wished for. Perhaps the only way to help a person is to truthfully be able to say, “I’ve been there and I’ve done that.”
Am I screwed up?
Or maybe...
Are you screwed up?
In my opinion, none of us have the right to place judgment on the next person.
With or without being in a position of authority, people put titles and labels on others and it makes me sick. Only a perfect person should judge their neighbor. Who are we to judge?
All because a person doesn’t understand something because they haven’t faced a certain problem personally, doesn’t make them any more or any less superior than the next.
To answer the question, no I don’t think you are screwed up. I think people face obstacles and sometimes people make bad choices. Bad choices yield penalties.
Sometimes all it takes is for a listening ear to open and a mouth to close for a period of time long enough to show you care.
To me, that at least seems like a reasonable step one.
