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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