There’s a store rather close to our house and their telephone number differs from ours only by one digit. So it’s not uncommon for us to get calls asking for things from the store. I respond: “Sorry, wrong number.”
Just this morning we got another such call and I replied in the usual way. It set me thinking about how polite I am to strangers, most of the time. They ring up my home at some odd hour of the day and I’m willing to forgive them. They bump my trolley at the supermarket and I accept their apology politely. I accidentally bump in to someone and I apologize. I open doors for the elderly. I let someone who seems to be in a hurry move ahead in a queue (most of the time!). I thank the cashier at the store, the waiter at the restaurant, the security guard who opens the door. I am thoughtful, polite, forgiving and apologetic.
And yet, I asked myself am I the same way with my husband? Do I apologize when I disturb him, do I accept his apology when he’s said something that may have hurt me, do I thank him for the many little and big things he does? Do I do thoughtful things for him? Sadly, I’m not as consistent with him as I am with strangers.
Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family. Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted. ~Paul Pearshall
I sometimes take my husband for granted. Do you do that with family too?
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Corinne writes at Everyday Gyaan, reviews fiction at CorinneRodrigues.com and encourages writers and bloggers at Write Tribe and offers offline coaching to writers and bloggers at The Frangipani Creative, located in Secunderabad, India.