Walking through Vegas tonight, I couldn’t stop looking at the people on the streets and thinking… every single one of them was once someone’s baby. Someone rocked them
to sleep. Someone prayed over their future. Someone believed they were going to be okay.
Somewhere along the way, life got heavy. Trauma, addiction, loss, bad choices, mental health, one wrong turn after another. And suddenly the life they were promised doesn’t look anything like the life they’re living.
It’s easy to judge a moment without knowing the whole story. But the truth is, most of us are only a few hard seasons away from a life we never planned. We’ve all had moments where we felt lost, ashamed, or unsure how we even got here. The difference is, some people had a soft place to land… and some didn’t.
And as a parent, it hits different. Because all you can see in their faces are your own kids. The same hope. The same love. The same fragile beginning.
Before you judge the broken, the addicted, or the homeless, remember that they are still someone’s baby.
Be the break in someone’s bad day. Kindness costs nothing, and sometimes it’s everything.