By Lynne Cory
What if I encountered a lady who was rude and hostile and I felt myself beginning to match her mood? What if I caught myself and exited the situation and remembered that she was a teacher for me and because I did not sink to her level, I passed this little test?
What if I compassionately thought of her with a knowing that she has created a rough road on which to travel? What if it is not up to me to change her?