Gentle

I have never thought of myself as being very gentle. Rude, crude, and uncouth are more like my ways, at least more like my former ways. Back in the late fall I was called a gentle soul. Sure do not know if that fits me or not, but my bus driver, on a refinery I was working on, really called me that once! She had read one of my blogs, asked if she could put it in her church bulletin, wrote a little preface to my blog, and called me a gentle soul. Man, I smiled for a week over that one. I do not recall ever being called gentle, but there it was, in print, no less!

I need to be more gentle in my dealings with people. Especially my family, friends, and co-workers. I spent many years basically by myself, and while I would never intentionally hurt anyone's feelings, I realize I could be more understanding, more courteous, more gentle, particularly toward the ones I love and the ones that love me.

Being gentle is not just an action to take, but a mindset, a lifestyle, if you will. I would like to be known, the rest of my days, as truly a gentle soul.