On my way home last night the traffic was slow and I noticed a young woman near my car shouting angrily at a man on the other side of the road. She looked so angry and upset and she had tears running down her face. I couldn’t understand all her words but her language was colourful. I glanced across the road. The young man she was addressing had his head down and looked embarrassed. There was something about the whole incident which touched me deep inside. A real sense that two people were hurting. One didn’t care who knew and the other cared very much.
I wondered about the other people witnessing this. I suspect that some people felt the same as I did and maybe others felt a bit embarrassed themselves. Perhaps others were judgmental and thought that the woman was behaving inappropriately in public. The thing is we just don’t know what is going on for other people. All I knew from this situation was that someone was hurting and a kind word makes all the difference. Being compassionate to people we know and love is easy. It’s being like that to those we don’t know that’s the hard bit in life.