Dear Humans,

I used to walk down the parking lot, look at the damage done to people’s license plates, and judge what kind of driver they were. If their license plate was dinged, dented, or dangling, I thought I knew exactly what it meant: they were a danger behind the wheel.

And then one day I was driving north on I-25 and a piece of busted up tire came out of nowhere and smashed into the front of our car. And left my license plate beat up, bent, and limply hanging from one screw.

And it taught me something that I should have already known: any judgment you put on others will eventually came back around to you.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt