Understand people, instead of trying to be understood

sometimes when I feel that way I wear some of his clothing. Last night I went to our Wednesday night dinner at church, where I meet some new people. As we talked they asked me about the shirt I was wearing, I told them that my son had got it when he helped at a concert, “Oh, what does your son do?” “Well, he died three years ago.” That made them very uncomfortable and dredged up old memories in me. My wife and I set next to them during dinner, but they were uneasy and the conversation was very guarded. I need to (hell I don’t know what I need to do, I just wanted to post this).

Recently I’ve been focusing more on the importance of seeing things from other’s point of view instead of my own. I’ve found I get frustrated a lot less often when I think about what’s going on in other people’s heads.

one of my Things, but this
seems to be self explanatory.  See:
Prayer of St.
Francis