Yesterday, I drove through the thriving metropolis of Groesbeck, on my way to a golf tournament with some good friends of mine. As I passed through the out-skirts of town, I passed by a house with a young man out front. As I got closer to the house, I could see something was in his hand. Having just seen a handful of people out mowing their yards, in town, I figured he had a weed-eater in his hand. But as I passed by, I was taken a bit back as I noticed it was a golf club.
Looking in my rear-view mirror, I saw him tee a ball up and proceed to hit a shot across Hwy. 164 after the road had cleared. My first thought was something along the lines of: crazy twelve year-old . . . or that must be how golf is played in Groesbeck . . . or redneck golfer. I surely thought, "Who would do something like that?"
Then my mind immediately jumped back to my childhood, when I was twelve. My friend Kyle and I got onto a kick (that he taught me, I must insert) of playing golf around the neighborhood. We would tee the ball up at his house and play down a few streets, turn around, and come back.
In other words, I remembered teeing the ball up and hitting it across the road, too.
Before we rush to too quick of a judgment of others, we need to put ourselves into their shoes. Or maybe we don't need to judge at all. Perhaps we would do better to just let people do their thing and not always have to rush to some sort of critique or thought about it.
At least I know I would be better off doing something like that.
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