As I was finishing my laps, a grandmother and two little girls came through the gate. My first reaction was, "Oh, oh, noisy, screechy kids," something I'm no longer used to since I live in an over 55 community. I looked over and John was calmly doing his laps.
As I did my post exercises, I was thinking, "Why do they bring kids here so early?", and "Why don't they use the other pool in the non age restricted part of the community," and, "Well, there goes my quiet Sunday morning swim." I looked over and John was calmly doing his laps.
I got out quickly, showered and made my way home, a swim cut short not by kids, but by my attitude. You may think John, 97, is healthy and has lived this long because he inherited good genes, or because he exercises everyday. What if there was a slight chance his attitude played a part in his longevity.
Isn't patience and tolerance worth trying? The cute little girls didn't come to bother me, they came to enjoy the warm water. Who am I to take that away from them? A better question is, "why would I want to take that pleasure away from myself?"
Oh well, it's called being human.
I will remember today as the day the kids cut short my swim. John will remember today as another beautiful day in the pool