I often find myself frustrated with people over small things. Living in Houston, I deal with a lot of crazy drivers. It frustrates me when people don't know where they are going, when they drive 55 in the fast lane, and when they keep their blinker on for miles. I'm talking frustration to the point of tears. I really don't know why this is. It's not like my life depends on the slow driver in front of me. Last night, I was driving in the MD Anderson parking lot, and became really frustrated that the driver in front of me did not know which way to go. After a second of feeling frustrated, my heart sunk realizing what they were there for. They could have been diagnosed with cancer that morning, and were in a daze driving out of the parking lot. They could have a child, parent, or spouse staying in the hospital, and felt lost. They could have been from New York coming down for their first chemotherapy treatment . Point being, we do not know what anyone else is going through. I have decided to make it my goal to be more patient with others. I hope that the next time I'm having an "off" day, I don't have someone yelling at me from the car behind me, or calling me "stupid" for making a mistake at work. Life is too short to hate that much.
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