I was on assignment in Lesotho a few years back, where I met Potso Sebeta, he used to work in the mines and was very patiently waiting for his monthly disability payout. Through an interpreter we chatted for a while, and he introduced me to his wife Matisetso, who joins him in the queue every month; she helps him get around. After a while I explained why I was there, and showed him the images I had taken and asked if it was okay for me to use them, and for what. Potso literally beamed that I would want to show other people his picture and tell his story; he put his thumbprint onto my release form.
I have no idea how long he had been waiting in that queue, but he was resigned to the fact that this is just how it is; why let it get to you.
Since then I have become a bit better at waiting.
It is what it is.