There was a story I was told, when I was a sprog, about the sun and the wind, both trying to win a bet, that they could get a bloke’s coat off before the other.
Up stepped the wind, blowing a gale, the man clung on to his coat tightly, so the wind increased it’s force, nope, still the man clung on tightly to his coat.
The wind then raised to a strength so powerful it almost blew the man entirely away.
Yet still the bloke held his coat on.
The wind gave up.

The sun stepped up, increasing the warmth slowly & gradually, the man then took off his coat. The calm and measured approach of the sun, against the wind’s flat out force, won the day.

There’s also something else I was taught.
‘There’s more than one way to skin a cat!’

Both fables ring true and I’ve always tried to follow them.

One thing that puzzles me constantly in todays’ world, why do I always get grief and treat as though I’m the same level of something that’s been stood on?

It’s completely unnecessary, unwarranted and does not help.

I hope I don’t come across as treating people, the way some people treat me!