Perfect Patience

So I'm shelving this bad feeling for a moment. Because I have forced to remember when was the last time I had the good feeling. And that was yesterday morning. From time to time, I keep writing about this perfect man, who might not be perfect himself, but strives to be perfect in his ways. And he never fails to make me smile, that feel-good allover smile. Because I have found yet another plus in this man, he has patience perfected to the whole alphabet. All through my working years, I have met many a man and woman whom I would like to forget about. Not this man. I hope I will work in his presence for many years to come. It's strange how sometimes life throws in someone who makes up for all the others. So I shouldn't feel bad at all, but think of him. And again, I have a smile. Why? Because he makes me smile with his perfect ways, and now, his perfect patience. There hasn't been one time when I have been disappointed. How does he do it? Probably through perfect brains and a perfect heart? I wish him so well, it is a feeling which for once leaves me quite speechless. He is my mentor, and wait for it, he is younger than me! I wish so many people were more like him. He really doesn't think that big means being able to do away with respect. And this is where God comes in. Me, embarking on an entirely new career, so frightened. No problem. Bang comes this guy who settles everything for me. That is God. Because sometimes, God is not just found in poor people in India, but also in successful people in Malta. And to this man, I wish all the happiness in the world.