when I would act out, or lose my temper, Mom would say," That's not my Carol". I never wanted to disappoint her, so that usually did the trick. My Mom was probably the kindest and nicest person I knew. She "lived" the meaning of being a Christian. I didnt really know how wonderful she was to others until visitation at her funeral. People we didn"t even know came to tell of the help she had given to them in their time of need. Mom has been gone for 40 years, and I still miss her and talk to her when I am in need.