With my body burning and face red. I travel miles, to meet my angel. The mortal being with stethoscope and a white coat. I tell him about my sickness. Night chill, fever, weight loss, dizziness. He listens patiently while I complain. Once I am done, I am pushed on the bed. And needles are inserted in my body. My infected blood, taken away from me. My internal organs, examined. Prescription full of medicine, given. I thank him and kiss his hand.

Throughout our lives, we have all judged someone. We gain nothing from judging someone except for a misguided portrayal of them.