A woman used to buy eggs and butter from a farmer who had a fine reputation not only for the quality of his products, but also for his promptness of delivery. One fine day, when she was expecting guests, he failed to come. On the next delivery, she spoke harshly to him. At the end of her tirade he said quietly, "I'm sorry if I caused you any inconvenience, but I had the misfortune of burying my mother yesterday."
Ashamed, the woman determined never to speak harshly to anyone again until she fully understood the cause of the delay.
Often we never care for other travails and traumas. Like a frog in the well, our feelings remain confined to our milieu. Even a farmer has his own priorities. Sometimes, we do not empathize with others. Had we been stricken with some tragedy, if someone callously chastises us, then?
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