Just for today, I pray for patience and tolerance. I guy came into the laundry room. He said, "Your clothers are finished if you are in #1 washer. I went over, and started to put them into a dryer. He handed me the cloths that I left behind in the dryer. I said, "Don't touch my clothes." I realized that I had raised my voice, I am generally soft spoken, but the words didn't come out that way. He said, "I was just trying to help." For me, his intent was to get my stuff out so he could get his in because he was in a hurray and not about helping me. I maybe wrong, but by the time I had the dryer started, his clothes were in and he was out the door. I didn't know the man. I had never seen him in the building before. I felt like he was intruding into my space.
