A couple of weeks ago, someone was really mad at me.
He was mad at me for something I had no control over. It wasn’t my fault, but he wanted to blame me.
He was unreasonable. He made threats even though I tried to explain that there was nothing I could do.
I tried to not take it personally.
Another nasty email — and I wanted to lay into him and say: “Listen, I don’t have anything to do with this and can’t fix this for you! You are being unreasonable! It’s unfair to blame me!”
But I didn’t.
Even though I wanted to fire back, I stated the facts again, made suggestions, and asked for him to be patient — it would probably all work out.
I went to bed still fuming and worried about the next nasty email I might wake up to.
He apologized the next day for the “misunderstanding.” Someone else had messed up.
I’m glad I chose kindness. Kindness goes a long way.
A few days after that, someone did something nice and unexpected for me, out of the kindness of her heart.
Funny how that works, right?
I can’t shake the feeling that both of those situations are connected.
What do you think?
