I am probably going to need a new category for this one… like maybe soapbox ranting…
Manners matter. Respect matters.
My drive to and from work takes me by a cemetery. It is a lovely sprawling old cemetery with winding paths and large beautiful trees. It is also an active cemetery. Probably at least 4 times a month in my either going to or coming from work, a funeral procession is traveling to that location. And I stop. And a great deal of the time the people in front of me have stopped and the people behind me stop and we sit. Perhaps people in the stopped cars are quietly paying respects or reflecting on losses in their own lives or even checking email … but we stop.
Because honestly, how long does it take 2 minutes? 5 minutes? I am sure that the wait is longer in the drive thru line at Starbucks.
And that quiet show of respect, that stopping for the person who has died and for those people in mourning, it means something to those people in those cars in the somber parade. It means you care in a small way about your fellow humans and what they are going through. It can boost them up for that final moment at the grave site.
So you weasel-faced, slime-filled, jerk-a-saurus, who honk your horn for us to move or pull out and fly around us gunning the engine, tires squealing…I have no patience for your horrid manners and myopic view of life.
I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. -Maya Angelou