Have you ever heard the story about the man and 3 children that were on the subway-train one late afternoon ... the three little ones were just out of control.  Screaming, yelling being what the other riders were a complete nuisance and bothersome.  The dad just kept sitting there in his seat, rocking back and forth with the movement of the train just blankly staring out the window like nothing was going on.  One lady finally had enough of it and couldn't believe that the dad would just let these children go on like they were.

She speaks loudly from across the train-car ... Sir, excuse me sir?  She earns no response and this time yells out so there is no mistake.  Caught off guard from the shouting, the dad snaps his head a bit and looks in the direction it came.  Catching the ladies eyes she speaks loudly so he's sure to hear ... Sir, why don't you get your children under control.  Many of us are returing home after a long days work and the noise your children are making is quite disturbing.

Slowly the dad's face changes with an expression of the realization of what he's been tuning out and speaks softly yet reassuringly ... I'm sorry mam.  The children and I are just returing home after being at the hospital where their mother passed away just over an hour ago.

That story has stuck with me and made a huge impression on my being quick to judge or jump to my conclusions when I don't have all the answers.