More Than a Bumpersticker
Today I was driving behind a car with confederate flag bumper stickers and some others that I wasn't a huge fan of. I began judging in my head, how can this person still be thinking like this? How can we still be here as a culture? It seems so very small minded and judging.
Then we pulled up next to each other at the light. I became very aware that I was judging this person for judging. I was intolerant of this person's intolerance. I started to breathe and I honestly felt afraid to look over at this person. Even though we were in the safety of our cars, just the intimacy of making that tiny connection scared me! So I breathed and then I looked.
There was a teenage girl in the driver's seat with a nose ring and a tattoo on her upper left arm. She was munching on a hamburger from Carl's Jr., singing along to what appeared to be here favorite tune. She was not at all what I imagined to see.
She was more than a bumper sticker to me, she became a fellow human being. And just like me, she is doing the best she can. And with renewed understanding, I felt alive and connected to the world.
Happy Easter.
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