Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Who is the most patient person you know.

The most patient person  I know, it’s certainly not me. I can’t think of too many people who  I think  fill that criteria.

The only one I can think of is my mother. My mother is no longer alive, but she was the most patient person I’ve ever known.

My mother was not a woman to lose her temper. In all the years, I knew her, I can think of very few times when she was not patient,  or angry.

I used to get angry when I was younger and saw someone be rude to her and keep her waiting. I used to think to myself why doesn’t she say something. But she never did. It used to annoy me to see someone keep my mother waiting for no reason. I wanted to shout at them and tell them to serve my mother, but I knew not to say  anything.  She was patient to a fault. And no matter what someone did, she was always polite and full of patience. I sometimes considered my mother a saint, and today more than ever.  And she always said “thank you” to someone who did not treat her right.

Now that my mother is gone, when I  don’t feel patient, I think of her and a calmness comes over  me.  I think about what she would do, and do it.  I realize she was right not to get upset.  Getting upset does  not  serve me well.  I  stay calm and do  not start screaming and yelling at someone for causing me  to be inconvenienced.  It only gives them power over me.  My mother knew that, but I didn’t.  Mothers are always right.  Love  and miss you, mom.

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