Two or three women started begging me to take action:
I said they were just exceptions. I was wrong. In half a minute, I was defended by the gentleman on guard and a few cashiers, and all those who were in line (not at the house we were at) were angry and ready to fight, as surely our little countrywoman had never seen in our her life.
I tell you, if people like that had fought in our wars throughout history, we would now be at least at the level of the Roman Empire in its glory years.
Patience is, therefore, a lesson that is taught from home in early childhood and reaches the rank of virtue in adulthood. It may seem like an exaggeration to say, but please do an exercise in imagination and try to think about what our country and the world would look like in general if people were more patient.
I started cultivating my child’s patience for years and I cultivated it badly.
I couldn’t figure it out at all and I didn’t understand why. Nothing I did helped him control himself.
Or, being older, he controlled himself, but with difficulty – even with days marked by a sadness that broke my heart. I often thought about night brains, turning them all over my mind.
That’s how I learned patience, but I didn’t know it.
I needed to get here today to realize.
Last fall, when we were looking out of the window at the rain, I began to pick the dry plants. I then told the child exactly what I had written above – that I would like to be a Kalanchoa. I also told him why and then I suggested that we try to see if I was right. I planted a leaf and a shoot in two other pots. He analyzed them intensely day by day, but when they began to heal, a sign that the roots had spread well, he was very happy.
Now, one of them has buds, and the baby is overjoyed.