Tuesday, May 25, 2010
No Time to Judge
Good morning. It's a sunny day here in the city. Tomorrow it's supposed to go up in the 90's. Yikes!!! Not my cup of tea. I'm sure you all know the phrase, "Be careful what you ask for". Well, when I am gonna learn. I got myself out of the training yesterday...with much whining and complaining. Boy, I was so proud of myself. Not many could have pulled that one off. But, then as the afternoon wore on, and I was busily touching base with clients who had shown up to see my co-workers who did make the training, it hit me. I looked at the clock...3 pm...and I realized that in a little over an hour their training would be over with. They would be done...finished...and I, well, I still have mine to complete.
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them."--Mother Theresa
Special words from a very special person...and such a good lesson to be learned. I have my faults...and have made some pretty bad mistakes in my life, but I've never judged people. Some think it odd that from my first day in the city I could be so accepting, but I never looked down on anyone. My parents did something right.
I was born and raised in a small town in Northern New Jersey. In both grammar and high school, there was only one Jewish kid. I remember how I used to feel sorry for him when Christmas and Easter came about, and he didn't participate. I didn't understand why he didn't; I knew he was Jewish...I just didn't know what it meant. There were no blacks in my area...and whatever Spanish there were lived on one little block where none of us went. I knew nothing of culture, of race. My world had been pretty much cloistered from the outside world.
So, I was one of your true country bumpkins when I moved to the city. Everything was so new to me. Imagine not even knowing what a bagel was. Well, that was me. Oddly, though, from Day 1 I seemed to fit in. It was if the city was where I was meant to be...and living in the East Village in the late 60's early 70's offered me a quick education into race, culture, and religion...and I loved it all. Hippiedom was on its way out, but I can say I sat in the grass in the park with the hippies and listened to the folk singers and up and coming comedians who I would later see on "Saturday Night Live".
It was such a special time in my life...those first few years here. So many wonderful people passed through my life...people I will never forget. I may not remember names but I remember tales and I cherish them. And I learned to love and not to judge...and that is the greatest lesson I could have learned.