Saturday morning comes, and I head to the post office, to a line out of the door. Only 1 person at the counter, we moved slowly to get packages sent, and mail picked up. Then, the man at he desk says he started at 3am, and will be here only for another 15 minutes. I was still about 6th in line. I had worn myself out in anger the day before, so I was just going to see what happens. As I get to the front of the line, the guy says the woman in front of me was the last customer, until someone else comes in. It was about 10:30, with the office closing at 1300. The people behind were complaining, but I was able to recognize that this man had worked long enough, and had a life to live. Everyone else left. I stayed hoping someone else would come. Being patient, 11am came, and still no one. I debated what to do, so I prayed, and felt staying was the answer. Around 11:10 another worker showed up. Now, I was first in line, and was able to get the package out. My anxious rage, was turned to patience and surrender. To know God, is to know that everything will be alright, no matter what. I believe this with all my heart. I just wish I remembered it during the difficult times.