At our local township's out-and-back one-mile Main Street road race/fun run, the various groupings were set to go at regularly timed intervals. After the start of the women's race, there was a long delay before the next group was called to the start line. The reason?...a very overweight lady was walking rather slowly towards the finish line. Many of the next wave of runners muttered unkind things to the effect that "fatso's" should be barred from the race. "Who the hell does she think she is, holding everyone up?" was one comment. However, when the lady finally crossed the finish line, she threw her arms and the air and cried, "I DID IT!" I have no idea what her personal story was, but the moment was hers to savor.
Without knowing the background on anyone, none of us has the right the judge.
