Patience. A trait that I don’t have. I would be a better man if I had it. I know I need it, but my stubbornness and indulgence in who I AM and what I’ve done won’t let me grow. It’s actually sad. Because I could do moor for people if I was able to see that every one can’t move at my speed. We’re all different and have different paces. My mom tells me this every other day. I just need to take heed. Listen to your old head. They won’t lead you wrong. Even though they get on your nerves. I love you mom. I love you dad. I will be better. Have some patience with me.