Both gentlemen may have slept a bit more contented that evening,
but likely for different reasons.
I’m reminded of the poem “Don’t Find Fault”
Don’t find fault with the man who limps
or stumbles along the road,
Unless you have worn the shoes that he wears,
or struggled beneath his load.
There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,
though hidden away from view
Or burdens he bears placed on your back,
might cause you to stumble too.
Don’t sneer at the man who’s down today,
unless you have felt the blow
That caused his fall, or felt the same way,
that only the fallen know.
You may be strong,
but yet the blow that was his, if dealt to you
In the self-same way, or at the self-same time,
might cause you to stagger, too.
Don’t be harsh with the man who sins,
or pelt him with words or stone,
Unless you are sure-yes doubly sure,
that you have no sins of your own
For you know, perhaps, if the tempter’s voice
should whisper as soft to you
As it did to him, when he went astray,
it would cause you to falter, too.