Mistakes are something universal to all of us. As much as I want to see myself as perfect, my actions just won't allow it. Remember the mirror incident? This is one of many for me. Everyone makes mistakes. Then why am I so impatient when that happens...with myself or others?
For instance, the clerk at Banana Republic forgot to take the security tag off a shirt Casey and I bought for him last Saturday. Just a mistake. But one that means I'll have to go back to the mall to have it taken off.
Also, my insurance company is denying payment on a lab test I had done back in October relating to the pregnancy saying that it was a duplicate test. Not true. Someone has made a mistake. But I'll be the one who has to make several phone calls and spend approximately 14 hours talking to various people to make sure the bill is paid by them and not me.
We have to live with mistakes - our own and others - and their consequences all the time. Thank goodness these mistakes have only midly annoying consequences. I guess (sigh) I can live with that.
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This is something I struggle with constantly. I can't stand it when people don't pay attention to detail, then I have to suffer the consequences. I have to remind myself that I am not perfect either and that I would want patience and forgiveness if I were the one who had made the mistake. (Even though in my mind I would have NEVER made the mistake in the first place.)
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