Patience is a Virtule

It's been a long week for my mom.  Her cellulitis is going away, but not fast enough.  Both the surgeon and her regular doctor thought it best to postpone the shoulder surgery originally scheduled for tomorrow.  Since nobody knows what caused the cellulitis, they don't want to take any chances on opening her up.  I'm thankful she has such caring doctors. 

Mom, however, is pretty frustrated.  Understandably so.  She's already been taking pain medicines for a month. Tylenol with codeine is not nice to our systems, especially not when we take it for long periods of time.  But on the up side, she told me she plans to take advantage of the down-time by sorting through stuff at home, and maybe take some walks because she can't do much else.  

Walking will be good for her.  It might teach her patience.  

Years ago, when I was in high school, I used to walk my little brother to the grade school.  One day on the way to school, he was giving me "Love Advice" as he called it.  I really liked this one guy, but he didn't seem to be as interested in me as I was in him.  We were friends and we did a lot of things together, but I wanted more.  I don't remember what I told my brother that day, but I must have been impatient because he told me "Patience is a virtule."  

I've never forgotten that!  We all know patience is a virtue, and I have no clue what a virtule is.  All I know is that over the years, walking has done many things for me - except, that is, teach me patience.  Maybe I better keep trying to figure out what a virtule is.