Patience
My former boss has told me more than once that I have the thickest skin of any guy he’s ever worked with. Truth is, I don’t. Insults hurt just as much as they do for anyone else. What I have is patience. Even then, I still lose it from time to time. I don’t have the patience to wait. The worst part? Sometimes, the only people who see my impatience are the ones I love most. It’s crazy how we show our worst sides to the people who give us the most security. We assume they’ll understand, forgive, and move on—so all hell can break loose, right? Not right. This Christmas, I’ll be on the road, away from the people I care about most. And I’ll spend the day practicing patience, surrounded by men who, like me, are somewhere they don’t want to be. They want to be home with their families, in familiar places, with friends. Instead, they are here, frustrated, impatient, waiting. Just like I am. Life on the Road Teaches Patience: People expect me to be home. Patience. Coworkers don’t get along...