Well, like it says, this is my first entry, so I'm not sure what to write. So lets go with the flow. :) 

The other day, I went to a softball game with my grandparents (which aren't old, so they can function and all that jazz. Haha) and about 15 minutes towards the end of the game, a big (fat) shirtless guy came riding up on a bike. He stopped and talked to some people he didn't know, but he was farther away and I couldn't hear him. I, being the mean person I am (trying to fix), laughed at him. I mean, c'mon! This dude was big and on a bike that was small for him, and he was sweaty and shirtless. So I laughed, and continued on with watching the game.
A few minutes later, he came over to where I was, parked his bike and sat down at the end of the bleachers with his "dinner" (contained A tub of Mac & Cheese, and doritos). 
Then, he started talking to the people around me (including me).
It turns out the guy that I had laughed at and judged so harshly was mentally handicapped (like my brother) and was one of the most funniest, nicest people I have ever met. The other people around me talked and joked with him while I sat stunned that I, of all people, could be so judgmental and harsh.
Needless to say, I was ready to leave after making a huge ass out of myself.