Recently someone said to me, "I'm not a saint. You're not a saint." It was in the vein of... hey I know you are going through a lot here and in the near future you could be significantly compromised so let me know, don't make me guess where you are at. It's okay to say I can't do something. I'm not a saint - neither are you.
This individual is one of those smart, good humored, high achieving, keeping it real types. I appreciated the candor and it stuck in my mind for days causing me to consider this statement as a concept.
I'm not a saint. I do not possess an exceptional degree of holiness, sanctity, and virtue. I consider myself a good team player, truly forgiving, and I will often go the extra mile but don't misinterpret that as a push over or someone that will always turn the other cheek. I'm not that good.
Having cancer again has put an edge on me. It has made me less patient, more critical, and mentally fatigued.
So please forgive because, I'm not a saint - neither are you.
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