So...I'm a bitch. I judge people I don't know, especially at work. Truckers aren't always the nicest looking, happiest people on earth and sometimes I jump to the conclusion that they aren't real people. Tonight as I've been sitting here at work (with no internet except on my phone) thinking, I realized that all of these people are loved. Maybe not by me. Maybe not by many...but loved all the same. They have parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmothers, grandfathers, children, siblings, friends, bosses, employees and neighbors.
I need to remind myself of this more often. Everyone has a story...and everyone is loved. Just remembering this simple truth helps me be a little more patient and understanding.
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