Who am I to judge another

So I recently read a book The Pulse of Hopeful Life  I don't recommend it - it is a real tearjerker, but it really made me think. The book is about a woman who left her family because of the death of her 14 month old daughter.  She just walked out on her other daughter and husband...because she felt guilty.  Now there were many times in the book when I thought, "how could she do it, I could never leave my children..." but I really empathized with her at other times in the book. So often I am quick to judge.  So often I remember people at the beginning of their trial and then just forget about them.  So often I make a judgement about a person before I even realized some of the circumstances.  What if this was the only way to help her overcome the trauma of losing her daughter.

We are all so different and we have different challenges, different upbringings, different lives.  We are not meant to be the same (otherwise we would have followed Lucifer).  Instead of being so judgmental, I need to give others a break, I need to be their friend and truly love them.  "In the quiet heart is hidden sorrow that the eye can't see" boy is that statement so true.  We all carry around burdens that we don't let others see and we can always lend a helping hand, a listening ear and an understanding heart instead of an upturned nose.