Way back when (35+ yrs ago) I remember reading an article that told a story about how passionate Venetians were about their opera. Men would gather at local shops to discuss the most recent performances and it sometimes got very heated. But the next day they would do the same thing … the previous day’s conflicts all but forgotten.

I often think about that when my own opinions and passions sometimes fail to respect the other person’s opinions … and that yesterday’s feelings likely have little to do with today’s.