Patience Is Attainable
If someone lacks patience, the way he perceives the root cause is a key factor in how he will approach seeking a solution. Looking at a lack of patience as being rooted in factors over which one has no present control is not the most effective and efficient way to find a solution. Consider this: "I'm not patient because I haven't yet mastered this mental skill." This attitude will motivate you to gain mastery. I had to put this skill to work this morning, when I woke up to a flood in our house, as a water supply pipe had broken. I was patient as we mopped up the water.
  
Love Yehuda Lave
  
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CRABBY OLD MAN 
              
  
  
  When  an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte,  Nebraska, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
  
  Later,  when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this  poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and  distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
  
  One  nurse took her copy to Missouri.  The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas  edition of the News Magazine of the St.    Louis Association for Mental Health.  A slide  presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. 
  
  And  this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author  of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
  
  
  Crabby  Old Man
  
  What  do you see nurses? . . What do you see? 
  What  are you thinking . . . . when you're looking at me?
  A  crabby old man, . . . . . not very wise,
  Uncertain  of habit .  . . ... with faraway eyes?
  
  Who  dribbles his food . . . . . .. and makes no reply .
  When  you say in a loud voice . . . . "I do wish you'd try!" 
  Who  seems not to notice . .. . the things that you do.
  And  forever is losing . . . . . . . a sock or a shoe?
  
  Who,  resisting or not . .. . . . lets you do as you will,
  With  bathing and feeding. .. . . the long day to fill? 
  Is  that what you're thinking?  . . Is that what you see?
  Then  open your eyes, nurse . . . you're not looking at me..
  
  I'll  tell you who I am.  . .  as I sit here so still,
  As  I do at your bidding, . . . as I eat at your will. 
  I'm  a small child of ten .  .. with a father and mother,
  Brothers  and sisters . . . . . . who love one another.
  
  A  young boy of sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet
  Dreaming  that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet.. 
              A groom soon at twenty .. . . .my heart gives a leap.
              Remembering,  the vows . .. . that I promised to keep.
  
  At  twenty-five, now . .. . . . I have young of my own.
  Who  need me to guide .  . and a secure happy home. 
  A  man of thirty . . . . . .  My young now grown fast,
  Bound  to each other .. . . With ties that should last.
  
  At  forty, my young sons . . . have grown and are gone,
  But  my woman's beside me . . .. to see I don't mourn. 
  At  fifty, once more,  . . babies play 'round my knee,
  Again,  we know children . .. . My loved one and me.
  
  Dark  days are upon me . . . .my wife is now dead.
  I  look at the future  . . . . ..  shudder with dread.. 
  For  my young are all rearing . . . young of their own.
  And  I think of the years,. and the love that I've known.
  
  I'm  now an old man . . . . . and nature is cruel.
  Tis  jest to make old age .. . . look like a fool. 
  The  body, it crumbles ... . grace and vigour, depart.
  There  is now a stone . .. . where I once had a heart.
  
  But  inside this old carcass . . . a young guy still dwells,
  And  now and again .. . . . my battered heart swells. 
  I  remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
  And  I'm loving and living . . . . . . life over again.
  
  I  think of the years, all too few . .. . gone too fast.
  And  accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last. 
  So  open your eyes, people .. . . ... . open and see.
  Not  a crabby old man.   Look closer .. . see ME!!
  
  
  Remember  this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without  looking at the young soul within ... . . . we will all, one day, be there, too!  
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