I'd hate to find out somewhere down the road, there was this person struggling to move forward. Like the rest of us. Pushing with everything they had and always coming up short on their personal obstacles. Obstacles that I put there when I was feeling petty and small.
A person out there, better than I could ever be.
A memory of a time when they asked me for help and I had more than enough to give. Something small to me.
But I spit at them. Condemned them.
Mocked and ridiculed and scorned.
I would hate to run into them years after they have succeeded despite my selfish efforts. Let them tell me that I was one of their obstacles when I could have been an ally.
One thing at a time.