Judging others is something I never embarked upon in my life, always was and always have been accepting of whomever and however others were/are, and I believe it makes us better people.
There was a man who suffered a hard life, he battled with schizophrenia for decades, destroying his life, but with each and every passing, I always made a point of acknowledging him, talking for a minute with him, and getting to know his name, when no others knew.
He's gone now, passed away, and I will never forget how his eyes would light up whenever he'd see me. I like to think I was a glimmer of warm sunlight in his life on his most dreary of days, and it cost me not a thing other than a few minutes of time out of my day.