Back in the days when I was a nurse working in a private
hospital in Accra, during handing over the
outgoing nurse told me about one expatriate (Caucasian) who had come down with
a severe case of malaria. He had booked the ‘executive room,’ which was the
most expensive room in the hotel, umm I meant hospital.
When I went to
meet the patient I saw this very thin scruffy looking man. When we came out of
his executive room I whispered to my colleague, “Are you sure he can afford the
room?”
Auntie Naomi calmly looked at me and told me that I shouldn't judge. The man ran a highly successful construction business.
I was correctly put
in my place and felt badly about what I had inadvertently done. I never thought
I was a person who judged others by their appearance, but I learned that I was
and I didn't like it. I learned from it. Now when I am tempted to judge someone
based on their appearance, action or even inaction my colleague’s words come
to mind and I become aware of my judging thoughts.
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