True confession: I saw a woman walk out of the mall and get into a car that had been parked in a handicap parking space. My very first thought: "Well that lady looks like she has no trouble walking, not obvious signs of disability. I hope she's proud of herself."
And then it hit me: I have no idea.
I have no idea if that woman is having a good day, after a string of really bad days.
I have no idea if she's out for her first walk without the cane or the walker or the wheelchair.
I have no idea if she's possibly picking up the car her mother drove in, because despite being able to walk from the parking lot to the mall she can't make the walk back.
I have no idea.
It's also not something I need to worry about.
There are plenty of injustices in the world, and it's good when we decide to stand up to them, to say something, and even better, to do something. But not every seeming injustice is an actual injustice. And sometimes we have to decide that we have no business judging or criticizing. People live for their own reasons, not for ours. When we stop respecting that, we lose something.
Who can say what we lose?