That’s a saying I heard repeatedly as a child and one my Mum actually hasn’t had to use all that much during my little ride.
Almost by default (you know – having to endure a range of procedures which often involve long, sometimes painful waiting periods), I’ve become a lot more patient in certain circumstances. Like when Paul’s driving and we get a red light now, I just shrug my shoulders as steam blows out his ears. I just don’t care, it’s no big deal. (Truth be told I’ve actually found his impatience stresses me out more than the situation.) Another example is when Mum’s had a bad day and the issues come spewing out of her mouth as she walks in the door. Although irritating, fortunately none of them are overly life-altering. So again – I just shrug my shoulders. Not being rude – but those little things, just don’t matter in the big scheme of things.
As far as my tolerance goes, well it has changed too. To put it bluntly – I’m far less tolerant of things that don’t work for me. If a shop assistant is rude, or say we go to eat somewhere and I don’t love the look of something on the menu – I just walk. No offence intended, I just make that decision and act on it, rather than being polite and staying because I feel obliged to. It’s just – bye! On a positive – I’m far more tolerant of people whose individual situation might dictate their behaviour. I’ve found myself stopping to really listen and give consideration to what the reasons behind certain actions may be.
This experience has most definitely brought to light some different examples of patience and tolerance.
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