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Maude McDaniel - Living

November 5, 2011

The older she gets, the less tolerant she is

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I’m beginning to lose my tolerance for all the charity appeals that come in the mail every day, too. I get five or ten every day and I’ve lost my patience with the whole system. Do you remember when you made a contribution to your favored cause ONCE A YEAR , and that was that until the next year?(Yes, I know, that was a long time ago, but then I’m from a long time ago, so there.) Now, I sometimes get two or three mailings begging for money within a week or two from the same charity. It must cost something to send all that junk, and that’s really not what I contributed to the cause for in the first place.
It must work, because now I do contribute to the same cause more than once a year. Still, I find all that junk mail — intolerable! And that’s not even counting the junk phone calls!
Yes, these are good times for being intolerant. I can find six things to be intolerant of every day before breakfast, just by reading the newspaper. And another half-dozen watching TV. I get disgusted with myself, sometimes for being narrow-minded, but then I get this feeling, in the middle of the night, that if I stop being intolerant, I will get super-tolerant. I will accept everything, and stop writing these columns of protest, and simply sit back with a smile, no matter what happens.
And, let’s face it, folks, what that will mean is that I just don’t give a (hang) anymore.
Maybe next year.
Maude McDaniel is a Cumberland freelance writer. Her column appears on alternate Sundays in the Times-News.

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