Like many people I know, I avoid shopping at Wal-Mart as much as possible. I loathe the dozens of cashier stations with typically just a small percentage open. I cringe at the thought of using the terrible self-service kiosks that always seem to crash when I use them while gleefully exclaiming, “item not found in bag” when I try to pay. Oh the agony.
Give me the high class folks of Target or a locally owned store any day.
I was no further away from the store than the parking lot when the whole thing came crashing down on my heart.
This turned into a teachable moment as I asked my son to forgive me for this behavior. I told him Dr. King had it right when he said we should judge people by the content of their character and not as they appear or as we might perceive based on prejudgments.
In the end I am thankful for the lesson that day as it reminded me how far I have to go if I am to become the man I was born to become.