All of us have story, one that often goes untold. One that we simple keep buried deep inside ourselves or only share with those closest to us.
But something we tend to forget is that others around us also have their own stories.
It’s just easier to think about our own, and think poor me, or why do I have to go through this. I wish I was that person, their life seems so much easier. What you don’t realize is that man or woman is going through their own struggles and you don’t know what it is.
A few weeks ago, I was away in Poland because I have been having quite a bit of health issues and really trying to find the root cause of it all. And while I was there, I had the opportunity to meet a lot of really wonderful people. But there was this one lady, who seemed to be a little stand offish, she didn’t seem all that friendly and kind of like she was better than us.
It was easy for me to just assume and judge that she thought this way of herself, and that she didn’t want anything to do with us. So throughout the week, she kept more so to herself and didn’t really engage with others at our table.
On my way to church one morning, I saw her walking ahead of me. I don’t know what moved me, but I ran up to her and asked her if she was on her way to mass. She said that yes she was. And I asked if I could walk with her. I started to engage in simple conversation, asking where she was from, about her family and what brought her here. She told me that she came here because a few years ago, her organs began to completely shut down. All of this happened was because her son died in a plane crash, and after she was taking care of her depressed husband and suicidal son. She didn’t have time to look after herself.
I was in shock and I didn’t know what to say. As she started to cry, I took her by the hand and said that I was sorry that she had to go through this tragedy. She looked at me and thanked me.
It was so easy for me to just assume that this lady was stand offish because of money or prestige. But what I didn’t see was the pain that was hidden in those eyes.
I think so often, we just assume that we know someone or what they are struggling with. But we truly never know. All of us have a story, and we have to remember that.
Remember, someone is always carrying an invisible cross and it is our call as Catholics is to be like Simon of Cyrene. To help others on their journey and to lighten their load, so that they aren’t weighed down and can’t move.
Before you judge another person, stop and think what are they struggling with?
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