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If patience is a virtue, my general moral excellence has a big blemish on it.
At least I’m consistent. I’ve always been this way.
When I was little, I wanted to hurry up and grow up. I was told I was four going on thirty.
In second grade I finished three math books before the rest of the class finished one.
In junior high I got detention when I left class before the teacher excused us because I was done waiting for the rest of the class to be quiet.
I was the first in line at high school graduation and my last name started with an “S”.
The first semester of college I called my dad to cry about four years being too long to get a degree. I wanted to already have it and go start making big money already.
I felt I was very patient waiting for my husband to propose to me, but I did have a tendency to point out jewelry sales in the Sunday paper.
My husband believes the reason our son rolled...
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