I Know Something

Yesterday a little girl at the school read a poem and today when I was
feeling grumbly about someone, I remembered the poem and found it
online.
I Know Something Good About You

Wouldn't this old world be better
If the folks we meet would say:
I know something good about you,
And then treat us just that way!

Wouldn't it be fine and dandy,
If each hand clasp warm and true,
Carried with it this assurance
I know something good about you!

Wouldn't things be more pleasant
If the good that's in us all,
Were the only thing about us,
That folks bothered to recall!

Wouldn't life be lots more happy
If we'd praise the good we see!
For there's such a lot of goodness
In the worst of you and me.

Wouldn't it be nice to practice
This fine way of thinking too;
You know something good about me,
I know something good about you.

So I made a list of the "goods" I know about that person and hung it up in that person's room.
It made me realize the good far outweighs any bad that might irritate me.
And wouldn't I like it if others looked for the good in me rather than the bad?