My mom taught me how to drive.  She’d drive us way out Highland Road, past Magnolia Woods onto the back roads, where we’d switch seats and I’d practice driving with her guidance, patience and encouragement.  By the time I took Drivers Ed. I had a feel for the brake-clutch rhythm, but still had a tendency to over steer.  My memories of Driver’s Ed. are LSU parking lots with lots of cars, lots of turns, and lots of practice learning not to over steer.  My mom had a 15 year journey with cancer where she practiced patience and not over steering, but accepting the way things are.  Today be mindful of your patience and what it brings to your day.