Yet Another Flaw?

With a sheepish smile, I realize I never knew I had so many little flaws until I began keeping this Journal.

This afternoon Joaquin, a very nice man had just completed the refinishing of our black wrought iron front gates and they looked great. But to get me, he walked in our front door and out our back door without closing either one.

In what I thought was a pleasant way, I explained how in a (semi) rural area such as this, squirrels, rats and mice can get in the house if we leave the doors open. But I saw how he got nervous at my reaction and as he closed the door, I knew, I wasn't as pleasant as I thought.

When we got to the front yard and I saw the door was open, I started to say something and caught myself, but not fast enough for him to avoid my admonishment. I justifiably praised his work, shook his hand, patted him on his left shoulder and thanked him. And he left with a big smile.

I can do so much better by simply being more patient and courteous in my response and I will either work on this or stop keeping a Journal.

Dick