The Patience Chronicles
“He was being impatient.” My husband’s blue eyes meant business as he diagnosed the problem with the man who almost ran into my car yesterday afternoon. Glass and plastic, the debris of one man’s impatience, littered the road. Police officers and firemen milled about getting the accident report. The driver of the vehicle he hit was getting into the ambulance. As my children and I waited at a traffic light on our way home on a Friday afternoon the driver of a small car decided
