Walk in My Shoes

I have motives and actions that are not discernible to those that have not walked in my same path.  There are some who believe what they will about me.  I will not try to sway their thinking or persuade them to believe otherwise.  I know where I have been, what I have experienced, and what I have seen.  My achievements are a result of my own blood, sweat, and tears, and my losses have been my own to bear.

Walk a mile in my shoes, and see how you would take the journey.  My shoes are worn and damaged because the paths through which I have walked have been filled with both high roads and low roads, and the rocks that I have climbed along the way have cut into the soles of my shoes.  Perhaps after you have walked in my shoes for some time, you will understand how I have become who I am.

My shoes have not been always been kind to me, and often times, they have not even provided me with adequate support to take me as far as they have.  On some days, my shoes feel too tight and I can barely walk.  And on other days, they feel so big that I have no idea how I am going to fill them.

So until you have even put on my shoes, let alone walk a mile in them, don’t be so quick to pass judgment on me because you never know exactly how my shoes are going to fit on you.