deeperthanyesterday

Prologue: These past few days, I have been reviewing my notes for Sunday's preaching about Patience. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.     I was biking on the 5th floor of Megamall (either A or B). As I was near the elevator, I saw two teenagers playing basketball in the side hall. I could've insisted on my right to tell them they were not supposed to do that inside the mall (I guess biking is also improper), but instead, I slowed down and stopped before them to wait for the proper time when I could pass by. A mom and her kid appeared on the scene. They were to pass through. It was the perfect moment where I could pass through without breaking the momentum of their game.     After passing through and reaching the perpendicular line of the elevator, I felt a ball hit my back. I found out it was intentional. I had an option to explode or not. My response reflects my patient level. I could've responded condescendingly or sarcastically. They could have humbled and apolog...