Help me to remember that the jerk who cut me off in traffic last night could be a single mother who worked nine hours that day and was rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and spend a few precious moments with her children.
Help me to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can’t make change correctly might be a worried 19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.
Remind me that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) possibly is a slave to addictions that I can only imagine in my worst nightmare.
Help me to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress could be savoring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together.
Remind me each day that, of all the gifts you give me, the greatest gift is love. It is not enough to share that love with those I hold dear.
Open my heart not just to those who are close to me but to all humanity. Let me be slow to judgment and quick to forgiveness and patience and empathy and love.