Wednesdays somehow became my day for going to see my dad, who lives in a flat approximately ten minutes walk from the place where I  live. So, the middle of the week somehow becomes reserved for my visits after I finish work at my job. We drink some coffee, eat something and have some quality time just talking about what is new.

I said hello to my dad and went home. There is a store just across the road from the building in which I live, so I stopped there just to buy some bread because I always eat in the mornings before leaving to work and there was no bread left back home. I walked through the store and I heard some yelling and arguing.

When I looked, I saw the man from one of the better known families in my hometown yelling at the top of his lungs at the tiny woman who works at the store. The man was yelling so much that he became all purple in the face and for a minute I was hoping that he will just fall down and die.

Unfortunately, that was not the case. The reason he was yelling at the poor woman was that there was she not knowing how much pork meat is in the product he wanted to buy. When he asked her, she just read it from the package, which says 50%. He kept on insisting that she must know it, that he wont buy it and he kept calling her names like whore and bitch. Before I managed to utter a word, he dropped the whole plastic basket he was holding in his hands containing bread and some bags of soup. He threw the whole damn thing on the floor and stomped out of the store all purple in the agony of his righteous anger!

I caught myself thinking about that fucker, okay he is rich as fuck, drives fancy car, lives in a big, nice house and has no worries in the world whether he will have enough money for food or not. Does that give him right to act like such utter and complete asshole? No! Should he yell at the poor girl working there for minimum wage, showing absolutely no respect to her, although she tries to jump at his every whim and bizarre wish? Hell, no! Those kind of fuckers make me puke, make me want to shove my fist in my throat and puke the dinner I ate at my dads place all over his fancy motherfucking clothes. And, then, for good measure, punch the fucker some more in his purple face.

Is being rich a crime? Of course not! Everyone who succeeds and gets rich in a way that is not criminal, deserves respect and I honour those who become rich and earn money from hard work, all the sacrifices they made to get there where they are today. But, you should also show some respect if you want people to give and show respect to you.

Now we come to the question from the title of mine todays sermon. Obviously all of us meet some people who make you wanna puke, make you wanna punch them in the face and become violent. That kind of people ruins our day and makes us angry, sad seeing the injustices of the world. I know all of us had experience like that. The only question is, how do we handle ourselves in such situation? Do we grind our teeth and walk away, or we try to do or say something?