The Rest of the Story

Last week as I was driving I was hit by a spacey young girl who apparently thought there was room enough in my lane for her car as well.  As the traffic lights were then red, I rolled down my window to see where she wanted to pull over.  She proceeded to tell me (as she laughed) that she was fine, we didn't need to pull over.  What followed was what felt like an eternity of my trying to explain to her that we did indeed need to pull over as I needed to check my car.  As I continued to bang my head against this wall, the turning lane's (that I had been forced to pull into) light turned green.  Well I sure wasn't going to turn away when chica was confused on protocol.  So of course, the cars behind me had a great honking fest at me.

I'm sure if they had known the rest of the story, and realized that I had just been stinkin hit by Ditzo, they mighta understood.

Often in life, we don't know the rest of the story. And so we honk...  verbally, emotionally, spiritually, physically... out of ignorance and frustration.

This takes me to another story that I recently heard.  You have to read it first here.

Ahh to know the rest of the story.  How many times we've been delayed, inconvenienced, and irritated...  but we don't know the rest of the story.  We don't know what heroic actions are happening; what tragedies are being suffered; what miracles are taking place; what hearts are breaking.

We need to become a little more patient.  A little more selfless.  Give that benefit of a doubt.  Stop filling in the blanks.  And start wondering... what's the rest of the story?