Didn't your mother ever teach you?

Not to judge?

Mine did.

We are in our mid-twenties. 

We use handicap parking...legally.

Not many people can say that, not that we are proud of it.

But it's the truth.

We had an interesting experience a while back.

We are always being judged when we park. 

We know it doesn't look good for a young couple to park in the handicap spots.

We had just finished parking next to an elderly gentleman in his big red pickup,

pulled out of his parking spot and blocked us in, 

rolled down his window, 

and showed us a look that told us he was going to yell at us.

Then Joseph and his white cane exited the car,

and his face changed,

that man's face changed from anger, to shock. 

He drove away.

I thought it was funny, he judged us too quickly. 

He was wrong.

We went in the store did our shopping and came back out to our car. 

Next to our car was another man helping his mother into one of those electric shopping carts,

we were blocked in, we loaded our car.

He watched. 

He had a look of kindness towards us.

Without saying a word, he came up to me took and returned my shopping cart for me.

That man judged us too. But he was kind.

Not everyone is willing to pull us aside and tell us exactly what they think of us. (We've had a lot of those experiences too) But all of these types of experiences have made us more aware of  the fact that we are always being watched, by those that know us and love us, and by total strangers. It puts the pressure on to be good examples, not that we think of it too often, but it does cross our minds. 

All this goes back to the golden rule: 

Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.

*J&S*