There was once a woman...
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There was once a woman who was very critical of her neighbors. Nothing they ever did was right. She told everyone about how poorly they reared their children, kept their yard, and did their work.
One day a visitor was being given an earful of these kinds of complaints. And the woman, looking out of her window said, "There's an example of what I mean. Look at the dirty wash on her line. The sheets are streaked with dirt." The visitor went over to look out the window and then raised it. "My dear," she said gently, "the dirt streaks are on your windows."
It is always easy for us to point out the shortcomings of others.
--Adopted from Hello, My Friend, by Roger Prescott, (CSS, 1981), p. 14.
-- Prescott
One day a visitor was being given an earful of these kinds of complaints. And the woman, looking out of her window said, "There's an example of what I mean. Look at the dirty wash on her line. The sheets are streaked with dirt." The visitor went over to look out the window and then raised it. "My dear," she said gently, "the dirt streaks are on your windows."
It is always easy for us to point out the shortcomings of others.
--Adopted from Hello, My Friend, by Roger Prescott, (CSS, 1981), p. 14.
-- Prescott
