By putting my mind to it.

I’m rude.  Without knowing it. Until I stop to think.  Happens almost every day. For instance, I barged in on a neighbor. Last night. Without any forewarning. Because I wanted to report good news. I interrupted their privacy. Of course, that’s being rude. I should have apologized. But I didn’t. Because I didn’t think about it. Until later. I may not be as rude as Donald Trump. Nevertheless, I acknowledge being rude. Far too often. I plead ignorance. But that’s not a valid excuse. I could learn to be nicer and more courteous. By putting my mind to it. --Jim Broede