It has been pointed out to me that my mother, my brother and I all share the peculiar genetic distinction of "righteousness". My dad was not the progenitor of this curse, so it must have been mom; however, dad may have been a carrier since his mother also fits this mold.
The people doing the pointing out all say we can’t be told anything. We think we’re right and we stubbornly stick to it. We’re inflexible and closed-minded. It’s our way or no way. Further, it’s said we’re argumentative - even among ourselves; for, when three people, all of whom believe they have the truth, clash, words are thrown down like gauntlets and ground is not given - just defended!
While this characterization may seem a bit humorous, it’s also quite sad because it’s true! Only lately have I begun to see myself in my mom and brother. I would never have identified as mine the attitudes I so often see them take; but they are mine! It’s almost like an inevitable inheritance and not until I see it and recognize it can I begin to weed it out. What I believe, I believe very strongly. Yet, what’s right for me may not be right for others. After so many years, how do I begin to come across as a consoler, a comforter, a sympathizer, instead of an oracle?