I love manners. Please, Thank you, Yes Ma’am, Yes Sir, how can I help you.
It melts me. Kindness and respect begetting kindness and respect.
I can’t tell you the number of times, when I’ve been hurrying along, high heels clicking, bags in tow, hurrying to a meeting, airport, or any function, and a kind gentleman, old, young, in between holds the door. It stops me every time. This kind person is waiting to give me a small kindness, a gentle assistance, a simple gesture of respect. The simple “I See You” an acknowledgment of one’s existence.
I LOVE MEN WHO ARE GENTLEMEN! There I’ve said it. It’s the girliest thing to me, but when a man, acts like a gentleman and holds open the door, it’s one of my favorite things.
Manners don’t stop at gender, if someone is coming your way, hold the elevator, hold the door, acknowledge another human beings existence. It’s why we are here.
I’m happy to say, I’ve given, and I’ve received these kindnesses, and I get a good laugh when people crap on them, and get their own comeuppance.