It could be safe to say that we’ve all lost who we are amid our individual frustrations and chaos. When we aren’t fending off or tackling our parades of everyday issues, we look for sweet releases to get away from the choking grasp of life.

When either buried in stress or trying to escape from it all, we sometimes forget who we really are. Our rage blinds us and our wants make us single-minded to the point where we have to slap ourselves and take a deep breath to regain our composure.

I know I’ve gotten so caught up in drama at times or have been so determined to satisfy myself that the things that truly matter to me – loving my family and friends, showing respect and kindness, being humble and focused in my work – get pushed to the wayside.

Sometimes, though, we have an experience or an encounter that really wakes us up, one that may not change our lives or redirect us but instead gives us a sharp reminder of what we really value.

As I covered the memorial service recently held for June Patton, there was a consistent theme that all who spoke of her that day touched on; June Patton, through a lifetime of work and trials, was always kind, always giving and always respectful of others, never choosing to patronize or blow off others but giving every individual she met the respect and attention they deserved.

These are all qualities that I’ve always aspired to have. Through some combination of my upbringing and the people that I was closest to throughout my life, I’ve sought to be nice to everyone that I see despite what they may be like or how they act.

However, my own frustrations have a way of clouding my judgments, of allowing me to engage in petty talk about others or to poke fun at others. When I then see that person again in a more calm state, I immediately feel guilty inside because I truthfully want that person to have my full respect and attention, and such ends up being spoiled in my eyes due to stressing out.

Conversely, there are times when I want to serve only myself, to do enjoy something only for myself when there’s a loved one that I could easily share it with.

This all may sound self-important and my issues could be what are just normal for humans, but I never want to be mean and selfish when there’s an opportunity to be nice and caring for others who could need it.

Hearing of how Patton was through her life, how she made such an impact on her family, friends, colleagues and students through her sense of care and respect for them, reminded me of what I can be, of what I want to be.

June Patton, through the testimonials of those who loved her, has inspired me to always strive to be the best person that I can be.