Entitlement (N-titlement) drives me crazy. Each day I look around and find yet another person that feels they are n-titled to something and I really become annoyed with their behavior. A prime example happened just a few short days ago when Ron had “Bad Boy Driving School” and Alyssa and I decided to bring him lunch. While sitting and visiting over some mouth-watering sandwiches, there was an Asian woman close by that was on her cell phone. It wasn’t so bad at first until her conversation got increasingly louder, reaching a point where I could no longer hear my daughter or fiancé speaking right next to me. We calmly asked her to quiet down which was met with a glare. Finally, Ron had to go back to class and she gave me the “stink eye” as I walked out as if we interrupted HER conversation.
Since that point I have thought about times when people around me have acted completely n-titled. The FedEx guy who stops and parks his truck behind my car as I’m trying to pull out, the woman who took my spot at the Black Jack table directly after stating I was going to sit there, the lady in the drive-through at the bank who was throwing a fit about the bank’s policy while we were waiting in line behind her, the grocery store customer who ran to get in front of me in line with their full cart even when I only had two items, the driver on the toll road who speeds up rather than allowing me to merge when I use my turn signal, the list could go on and on.
The problem I have is the unrealistic view people have of life. We are not n-titled to anything and we own nothing. It is by the grace of God that we receive gifts of His to borrow. The car you own was bought with money that came from the job which you could only do if you were given the talents to do that job well. As a matter of fact, the only reason you have anything in this world is simply because of the miraculous gift you were given from God: The gift of LIFE.
I’m sure you could probably think of someone almost daily that fits into the “N-Titled” category, from the person who wants credit for something they didn’t contribute to, to the room-mate who decides they are going to help themselves to something that belongs to you. Tell me your stories of the people in your life who seem n-titled, I would love to pray for them 
