I attended a 2-day, 21-hour track & field coaching certification program last weekend. On the second day, we were treated to Subway sandwiches and Gatorade as we watched some demonstrations out at the track.
They had us attempt a triple jump movement, so I set my drink bottle down and got in line. When finished, I found the orange gatorade, opened it, and took a swig. I was repulsed when I quickly learned that not only was it not my bottle, but it had alcohol in it.
The apparent owner of the spiked gatorade noticed the look on my face & asked if it tasted 'funny.' Repulsed and judgemental, I replied shortly, 'yeah'. Looking back on the incident I realized that I was completely void of compassion. Yes, I was grossed-out. Yes, I believe that coaches are some of the biggest role models for children, and was disgusted by the example he was setting by drinking in broad daylight under that setting.
But what I didn't even think about at the time was what this person must be going through to believe that it was necessary to drink to get through that particular day. I didn't even bother to ask him why he was drinking. It could have been a real opportunity to show care & compassion, but all I could think about was myself. I turned a cold shoulder, and got nowhere. Lesson noted.