I found that when you pray for someone, you usually end up liking them much more.
Years ago, I had a boss who, along with others, smoked in the office. At that time I had been a former smoker for c. 10 years. Of course his smoking drove me crazy but I had to work with the guy. A minister suggested that everytime I saw my boss smoking, I bless him.
So, I did, every time I heard him flick his bic. In just a couple of weeks, I could stand right next to his desk while the smoke blew up in my face from his ash tray and only think kind, generous thoughts about the smoker. Honestly.
Follow up to #31.
Even years later, he was the only smoker I could stand to be around.