As I get older, I have learned to pick my battles. Before I get upset about something, I ask myself, "Is this the hill I want to die on?" That means, I am I willing to lay it all out on the line for whatever this issue is. Considering that the people in this world that are struggling with health, money, hurt, hunger, and sadness; the parts of the world torn apart by war; our brothers and sisters tortured for their faith in the Sudan, Iran, and so many other countries; maybe an inch less of steamed milk isn't all that much in the scheme of things.
Plus, you never really know the struggles that the person who is annoying you is going through. Several years ago, my mom was waiting in the long car line to pick up my little brother from school. The line was wrapping around the parking lot, so a few people were kind of stuck until things started moving. When my mom failed to move forward in a timely manner, an irate man started honking his horn and yelling at her. She calmly got out of her van, walked over to the red-faced driver of the other car, and said in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry that I didn't get out of your way fast enough. I'm picking up my son from his first day back in school in a week, and I am having a really hard time just focusing on the road. We just buried my daughter 3 days ago."
