Oh how I love me some Bob Seger.

This song is one reason why.

It’s a matter of patience.

As one masters patience one knows when to become impatient.

These situations happen rarely unless one has a job dealing with dementia.

My brother has patience for his Mom.

My new friend has patience with her patients.

I made a new friend. Let’s call her Miss.

Miss understands me when I speak.

It’s truly wonderful to have a conversation with one who gets you.

The intimacy shared, the trust shared.

This is what a gentleman is.

Patient to understand offering no judgement, if one feels guilty that’s on them. I’m as guilty as any and I know my own guilt.

Thankfully I really don’t have much the feel guilty about.

Miss is writing this, her spirit is guiding my words to show me the mirror is as perfect as it’s going to be.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.