| Not long ago I was waiting in King’s Cross station in London for a train to Scotland. There was quite a delay, and the train was over an hour late when it finally left. When I got on, I found a seat opposite a man many years older than me. I had a good moan to him about the delay, but what he said to me in reply made me stop and think. He knew he had to wait, he said, and that he had the choice of waiting patiently, or waiting impatiently, At his age he said, waiting patiently came quite easily, and he used the time to get himself ready for seeing his daughter and his grandchildren.
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