Posted by: admin on Mon, Sep 7, 2015
Judge not,you might be wrong?
BY JIMMIE WARREN
This is a story about an unknown person, but it might be true, it is just a story for you to think about?
It is a warm summer day and your mind is drifting all around, your thinking about all the mistakes you’ve made in your life. Your thinking " if I had done this or if I had chosen better, things would, might have been better "?
All of a sudden the sound of a car with lots of young people pull up to the house next door which brings you back to reality. One of the young girls steps out of the car, she has long blond hair and is wearing a short, and I mean, short dress.
You say to yourself " I wouldn’t let a daughter of mine wear something like that". Where did she get clothes like that? Doesn’t her parents know what she looks like? I never got to wear that kind of stuff when I went out, people would have called me a tramp, or trash, or worse.
After all, you had a Christian upbringing. Your parents would have never let you have a dress that short... Your thinking " Doesn’t that girl have any shame or moral conscience"?You say it over and over to yourself " that girl next door is such a hussy, a tramp, a no good for nothing. "God should do something to people like that, they are all no good".
So you close your blinds and start your daily chores of cleaning the house, washing dishes, and picking up the mess everyone leaves around this pig pin of a house.
Later as you start getting dinner ready for your husband Mike, you get angry about how unfair life is. "What happened to all the fun you use to have when you whereas young as the girl next door"? Some sound makes you snap out of the daydream you where having again. " It must be ?. Mike getting home from work, I better hurry before he starts to complain about his dinner being late. You and Mike have been married for over ten years now and everything has gone pretty much different then you had visualized it being. You had been told that same old story about prince charming, and all the other lies about how everything was going to be a bed of roses."
Your mind slips back to the seventeen-year-old girl and it makes you mad to think that "I might or could have been something like her. If only my parents hadn’t made me go to church all the time. Why is a girl like that, having fun all the time, while I’m stuck with two kids and a husband?"
Your always cleaning house, cooking, going to church every weekend, being a so-called good person and having absolutely no fun? Life just isn’t fair to you, you deserve more out of life. I wish I could go back and change things, I sure would have done a lot of things different
Just then you hear Mike calling from the driveway and the door of his car slams shut. Mike is home now so, he can help with these kids of ours with cleaning up the messes around here. Then he won’t have time to yell about supper not being on the stove yet, at least you hope any way?.
You run to the door to meet Mike, then you throw your arms around him and greet him with a little warm kiss before you tell him about supper being late, " Mike honey I’m sorry that supper is a little late will you be a pet and clean up the patio so, we can have a barbeque ? It is so warm out, I thought you would like a fresh outdoor meal"?
Gee! honey , that sounds like a great idea. Where is the charcoal? I’ll start it up now before it gets any darker out.
When you step out the back door to give Mike the steaks to grill, you notice him looking over towards the next-door neighbors' yard. There is the seventeen-year-old blond, wearing a bright red string bathing suit She is laying out in the open with more than half her butt cheeks hanging out for the whole world to see.
" Why that little sex tramp," you say under your breath. Boy does that ever make me mad.
Here is this girl who has a body so firm and shapely that you could just spit. To make matters worse you see Mike with his eyes bulging and he has slobber almost coming out of his mouth. You yell at him " get your dirty mind of that no good for nothing girl and start dinner for your family, right now."
"What is it about that girl next door any way you ask yourself"? Why does she make you so mad?
After all, you are only twenty-five and your body isn’t that bad. You work out every day, you eat right, you go to church all the time, then why does your husband look at her that way, the way he used to look at you a long time ago? As you start to talk to Mike you ask him "Honey, why do you find that young girl so sexy, you know she is a tramp running around half-naked all the time. She is always running around with a lot of boys too.
Well, good old Mike says the only thing a man can say " honey I was just looking, you know I only have eyes for you, don’t you"?
So you give him a big hug and forgive him as you all finish dinner together as a normal little family should. "O.K. it’s time to clean up kids", then you start handing the plates to little Jimmie and Mary to take into the house.
Little Jimmie is going on eight years old now and his sister Mary is almost seven . "My how they have grown you think to yourself". Jimmie and Mary hurry to clean off the table because they know that look on your face. They both know Mom is mad about something and they want no part of whatever it is. While they finish up the cleaning, you start talking to yourself again, "Mary is really growing up fast, she is almost as big as Jimmie, makes you wonder, "will she grow up like that thing next door"? "Not my little girl, I won’t let her run with trash like that. I’ll make sure of that! Boy, life is just not fair.
The next day starts off pretty much the same old way, you put the kids on the school bus and off they go, out of your way, so you can start cleaning the darn house again.
As you head back into the house the teen from next door looks over your way and says "good morning". You try to throw her that smile, you know, that little self-righteous smile. The one anyone can read through, oh well, so you wave to her as a good Christian should and head into the house before she can ask anything from you, after all, you don’t want to talk to a tramp like her. It might rub off or something?
As the day drags on you start wondering "why God has been so unfair to you? Your life doesn’t seem to be going anywhere? Life seems like just a big drag and totally unfair in everything you do. Why do the neighbors always have more than Mike and me? We do all the right things, we go to the right church, we even volunteer to help other’s "what’s wrong with us?"
At about 3 PM you hear the school bus pull up and the sound of kids hurrying to get off. Then you hear the sound of screeching tires. Your mind reels to the NEXT sound of a thud. Your blood runs cold as you rush to the front door. Suddenly you see people running from every house toward the school bus. You run screaming " not one of my kids oh! God, not one of my kids please"? As you come closer to the bus you see a car mangled and bent, so you hurry to see what it had hit? Because you know in your heart of hearts that the thud sound was someone getting hit?
Little Jimmie runs up to you crying and then here comes Mary, she is also crying and your thinking, "thank you God for saving my babies". After calming down you hear people talking and asking who was the girl who just saved those two kids over there? You swing around and see a pretty short pink dress with red spots all over it. It is at that moment that you realize someone from the houses nearby had saved your kids' lives. As you look around the bus you are horror-stricken to see the girl from next door laying on the street under the wrecked car. You can’t believe it, " it just can’t be" . When you hurry over to the hurt girl, you notice the glazed look on her eyes. You speak softly to her " just lay still, everything is going to be alright" just don’t move, everything will be O.K. OH! GOD!
Why this girl? Then your earlier words come back to hunt you " God should do something to punish people like that girl next door".
The girl turns and looks up at you and tries to smile, you hear her ask " are the kids alright , did they make it"? " Yes, thanks to you. Just lie still help is on the way.
You start to cry "why GOD? , why? why would she of all the people, why her, I always thought she was no good? She gave her life to save my kids, I had judged her all wrong. GOD forgive me".
The moral of this story is not to judge someone else. If you don’t like your life and you are jealous of theirs, don’t judge them. We don’t know what people are really like on the inside? We think we do! , but we don’t really know what is in people's hearts do we? We don’t have a clue as to what causes others to do what they do. We must be loving at all times and willing to forgive and not judge others all the time.
It might be too late to be sorry for some and to make friends with them. You may have made error’s in judgment calls, but Saints I beg you all to pray for those around you. Ask for love and forgiveness for everybody. Then pray that God, who gave His only begotten Son, forgives you of your sins and does not judge you now for the ways you are behaving...The way you judge others is the way GOD will judge you. " Please, saints Keep yourself pure at heart. Try the very best you can not judge people by what you see. They may be closer to God than you are? Try to look past people's shortcomings. You never know which person might be the one who helps you the most? Maybe It will be the girl from next door? Amen
As you move back from her broken body in shock, you run to your two kids and hug them with relief. Then little Mary ask you" mommy who was that girl that helped us"? With tears in your eyes you say " it was that nice girl from next door". Then you hang your head in shame and take your sweet kids into your house...
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