Throughout life I've not considered myself a prideful person, but recently aspects of PRIDE in my heart and mind have become apparent to me. Example: My sister's husband (Russell) is holding a grudge that care of our elderly mother falls to Susan. This is 1,300 miles from me. For years Mom expressed a desire to live near ME, but after Susan decided she and son would stay put in Iowa, Mom stayed there. Today Russell was curt with me on the phone (Susan's; she couldn't answer). I asked him a polite question. He ignored it, and set the phone down (call still connected). To his mind, it's my fault Mom's in Iowa (she's an adult of sound mind). So after today's brush-off, I found myself again thinking: What is his problem? I'm married 28 years. I take good care of my disabled husband; been through lots of seizures, a mild stroke, and now occasional falls. Have paid my dues in life! I make $____ per day, which is probably Russell's HOURLY wage. Etc., etc. And then it came to me: "That's pride talking. What or why Russell doesn't matter, you've got to forgive and love him regardless. What you've achieved doesn't matter, you've got to forgive and love him. THAT is all that matters."