The year was 1998, winter time. Cold breeze followed the melancholic and exhausting day after school. Thesis, internship and ministries juggled altogether my frail physique. I was about to get sick from exhaustion amidst the cold weather.
Those kinds of days made me regret my choice of studying far from home, and why do I need to be alone in a place unfamiliar to me. Don’t we all go through such emotion, especially when you started to weigh things the adult way? And that happens when you suddenly have a change of heart…exactly what I felt that time.
And then I received the following post, handed to me in an A4 printed paper by a friend. It was a refreshing piece of composition I kept all these years, and here I am sharing it with you hoping you too will benefit from it.
“No matter who you are, how experienced you are, and how knowledgeable you think you are, always delay judgement.
Give others the privilege to explain themselves.
What you see may not be the reality. Never conclude for others.
Which is why we should never only focus on the surface and judge others without understanding them first.
Those who like to pay the bill, do so not because they are loaded but because they value friendship above money.
Those who take the initiative at work, do so not because they are stupid but because they understand the concept of responsibility.
Those who apologize first after a fight, do so not because they are wrong but because they value the people around them.
Those who are willing to help you, do so not because they owe you any thing but because they see you as a true friend.
Those who often text you, do so not because they have nothing better to do but because you are in their heart.
Those who take out time to chat with you, does not mean they are jobless or less busy, but they know the importance of keeping in touch.
One day, all of us will get separated from each other; we will miss our conversations of everything & nothing; the dreams that we had.
Days will pass by, months, years, until this contact becomes rare… One day our children will see our pictures and ask ‘Who are these people?’ And we will smile with invisible tears because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say: ‘It was them that I had the best days of my life with.’
Again, the following composition is not mine. I do not know the author as it was shared to me years ago. I do not own it but I am extremely thankful for receiving this article in 1998 when my heart was unadulterated, when the world was younger and everything was simple. So thank you, dear author. All credits belong to you.