01 October 2010

Judge Not

one of the greeting cards I designed in honor of Ardie
I was going through some old correspondence and found a letter I'd sent to Heroic Stories after reading a subscription issue that particularly touched me. I'd long since forgotten about this, and I'd even forgotten that what I wrote made the post script of another issue a few weeks later.

So if you feel as if you've heard this story before, it is entirely possible you did, particularly if you subscribe to Heroic Stories.

In honor of Breast Cancer Month, I'm sharing this experience once again:

In my branch of the Department of Motor Vehicles, there are no instructions at the door telling customers which line to get into. So if we wind up in the wrong line, we have to start all over again, which usually entails an unpleasant wait.

If our emissions test is due once again, we have to come back and go through the line a third time (or fourth time, if we stepped into the wrong line again).

I finally had reached the payment stage of this circus when the clerk waiting on me stared at my check instead of completing the transaction so I could be on my way. And she kept staring. She didn't say anything; she just stared for an annoyingly long time.

My thought was, "Oh, great! What are you going to make me go get now?"

Finally, the woman apologized and asked me where I got my pink rose checks that benefit the Susan G. Komen Foundation.

Startled, I told her I obtained them through my bank.

"I'm sorry for taking so long," she explained. "My mom died of breast cancer last year, and I just love your checks. I'd like to get some of these."

Boy, did that ever change my attitude — for the rest of the week! I hope this experience helps me remember not to jump to rash conclusions. There might be a very good reason behind things I don't understand.

think pink


  1. This a very thoughtful and meaningful post for everyone. Thank you.

  2. Love the imagery. Faith..and hope!

  3. That's a great story. Thanks for sharing it.

    My mom died of breast cancer 22 yrs ago at age 52. Imagine, if it weren't for that disease, I might have been with her for those 22 years. She would be a relatively young 74 now.

    I didn't know that October was breast cancer awareness month. I must think of something to do in her honor (aside from the scary mammogram that I do every October).

  4. What a lovely story. Bless you and thank you for sharing such heart feelings.

  5. Wow! Very touching story. You know, around here, we just mail in our check and get our sticker, no tests to pass or property taxes to pay (Missouri) - AND we can pick up our sticker at some convenience stores, lol. And if we do go to the DMV then we have to pay $3 more for that sticker. I know, totally off subject. lol

    Love your crocheted ribbon!

  6. That's a beautiful story and a great reminder to work on our patience! =)


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