A lot of little things have come out about Pope John Paul II since his funeral.
I keep hearing nice stories, cute stories. Like how he apparently never complained about anything — ever. He never said boo about his Parkinson's disease or the pain, or the discomfort. Or in time, the forgetfulness.
This "no whining" zone apparently extended to other things as well. He was once served food that had grown cold at a Vatican meeting — the pontiff never said a word. He never criticized lousy service or no service. No wonder they want to canonize him.
My point is some of the best people do not whine.
I have this thing I do when I meet people or hang around people: I wait to see if and when they start whining about their lot in life or those in their life.
My mom, who I think was a saint, used to say when otherwise good people say bad things about other people, they're not really good people. She figured if the first thing out of your mouth is a bad thing, that says a thing or two about you.
I avoid such people, because they bring me down.
The pope, no doubt, showed much more class and tolerance. It's probably why he was pope. And it's probably why, someday, he will be a saint.
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