“I was raised to show respect. I was taught to knock before I open a door. Say hello when I enter a room. Say please and thank you, and to have respect for my elders. I’d let another person have my seat if they need it. Say ‘yes sir’ and ‘no sir’, and help others when they need me to, not stand on the sidelines and watch. Hold the door for the person behind me, say ‘excuse me’ when it’s needed and to love people for who they are and not for what I can get from them and most importantly, I was also raised to treat people exactly how I would like to be treated by others. It’s called respect.
that RIGHT there….
Not many people have your advantage. That’s called upbringing, and it’s hard
nowadays to find people who were brought up this way.
I was raised that way and I have a 19 year old son that was raised that way.
I watch as he
Holds a door,
Helps someone empty their grocery cart in their car,
Offer an arm to the elderly, and smile
at children.
I hope this goes another generation or two.
Do you know who wrote this? It is the very words I would have written. Mostly, these are the words I believe in.
So great poetry…worthy thoughts as we live….valuing respect all the time…