Jerk Alert
After waking up at 4 a.m. with a dry sore throat, I was ready to blame even the rain on Hande’s mom and all the cigarette smoke.
By the time I got to on the bus and heard sniffles and low coughs, I began to blame the right girl - myself.
It’s me who takes gross public transit - not her.
It was me who dressed myself irresponsibly for cold rain yesterday - not her.
It is me who works with icky germy kids all day - not her.
And by the time I got to school, I was sending her warm apology energy that I’d been so quick to blame. Sure, the smoke isn’t helping, but it’s not a germ, and what I got - it’s a germ!
Low and behold, everyone on campus was complaining of a dry sore throat today. To add insult to injury, the teacher I complained about yesterday being inflexible about the change in lesson times was the only one who offered my a lozenge when she saw me struggling.
Goes to show me, once again, compassion goes SO far and judgement only takes me to my next realization of Ego.
