I'd like to be polite. Really! I always try to be nice and friendly and calm. That is the ideal. But this is the cruel reality: I can't be polite and calm. Because nobody is! We have to fight and abuse and argument and to stand on our rights the hole day, the hole week, the hole life. It's horrible if you stuck in this mess.
Driving my car in the morning from the kindergarten to the parking lot at the station lasts between seven and twelve minutes. They seem like painful hours to me. A horn behind me, which tells me, that pedestrians at the crossing have to wait, when a car comes along. A horn in front of me, which tells anyone, that you must not reduce your speed when the traffic lights turn yellow and red.
In the school my eldest son has classmates who are fighting until teachers have to send messeges to the parents. The mess is, there is no way out for us. It is so usual, so normal to fight for everything. It never occurs to one, that there is another way to reach your aims.
But indeed there is. And I am sure, there are plenty of people like me, who long to be more gentle. So wish me and the other ones luck. And if anybody can tell me, how to improve - I'll be glad for ideas or information! Thank you.
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