Mean Old Woman

Dear God,

Please don't let me become a mean old woman who yells at a stranger's children (they weren't even doing anything bad) and goes to a specialty store for mobility and then complains constantly about the prices of the motorized recliners they offer (the prices were actually no different than a company like lazy boy). I know I have spent too many days in the sun to avoid wrinkles, but please let me always remember to smile and uplift the people I come in contact with rather than wear a permafrown.

Amen