by Seattle Jon (bio)
Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject on every occasion. Release me from trying to straighten out everybody's affairs. Make me thoughtful, but not moody; helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it, but Thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends left at the end.
Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details, and give me wings to get to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains - they are increasing and love of hearing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. I do not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others of their pains, but help me to endure them with patience. I do not ask for improved memory, but for growing humility and a lessening cocksuredness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others. And teach me, O Lord, the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken.
Keep me reasonably sweet. I do not want to be a saint, some of them are too hard to live with, but a sour old person is the crowning achievement of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people, and give me the grace to tell them so. - Hugh B. Brown