The Virtue of Patience

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Patience stomped her foot again as she fumed. She had been waiting in the hotel room for over an hour and, despite her given name, she had very little patience. She never had and many times she had silently cursed her parents for giving her this label.

Patience Sudbury was the daughter of wealthy New England parents. Apparently, there was a Patience Sudbury in the family tree in the 1700s and her parents decided to name their daughter after some great, great, great, great aunt, although Patience knew that there were probably a few more "greats" in the title. "Why couldn't they have picked Anne or Jane or Mary?" she often wondered. Those names showed up in the family history also.

To her friends, she was Pat. When she was younger, she was known as Patty. But once she moved out of the third grade in an exclusive Boston private school, she made it clear that she was Pat and not Patty. Now she was twenty one and a Junior at a prestigious college in North Carolina. For the past three years, the only time she had heard her full first name was on the first day of each semester when an occasional professor would read roll call. She would always correct the offending teacher who would quickly scribble "Pat" next to her name on the roster.

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