Teach me, My Master,

to be sweet and gentle in the events of life,

in disappointments,

in the thoughtlessness of others,

in the insincerity of those on whom I relied.

Let me put myself aside,

to think of others,

to hide my little pains and heartaches,

so that I may be the only one to suffer from them.

Teach me to profit by the suffering that comes across my path.

Let me so use it that it may mellow me,

not harden or embitter me;

that it may make me patient, not irritable,

that it may make me broad in forgiveness, not narrow haughty and overbearing.

May no one be less good for having come within my influence.

No one less pure, less kind, less noble

for having been a fellow traveler

in our journey toward Eternal Life.

As I go my rounds from one distraction to another,

let me whisper from time to time,

a word of love to Thee.

May my life be lived in the supernatural,

full of power for good,

and strong in its purpose for sanctity.

~John Henry Newman