Ellen Brown
Well-Known Member
I'm 72, so don't bounce around much anymore. Yesterday, I was seated on a Streetcar, and a woman close to my age, got on, and when the car started up, she fell hard. I was surprised at my own attitude, being sort of angry and uncharitable toward her for not grabbing the rail before she fell. Someone got her up, and she seemed to be uninjured, but later as she got off, I could see that she was a bit unstable and not careful. Why would she need to be cautioned to be careful?
Mostly, I'm surprised at my own attitude toward her, and feel ashamed, contrite and repentant, now searching my soul for the origin of my feelings. Can I feel the doorway to hell open beneath my feet? I hope not.
Mostly, I'm surprised at my own attitude toward her, and feel ashamed, contrite and repentant, now searching my soul for the origin of my feelings. Can I feel the doorway to hell open beneath my feet? I hope not.