My grandmother was an old academic and a conscientious believer for good manners. Grandma said manners carry through life and shape you. It was always “please” and “thank you” anything else was an unacceptable response. We always showed our gratitude, if we ever received a gift. Wrote out a thank you note and our parents mailed it.
We held the door open for anyone. We never spoke in a church service. It was something you never considered. In a grocery store we never asked or begged for candy or gum. If the answer was no, we went on and accepted considered. In the invitation. A good word, a good deed, good manners can transform your life.
It never occurs that life is but to those who know. Yes, good manners. Is it because I am over fifty years of age. A cab driver continues to know the good in people. People waiting for life to pass them by all have fears to conquer.
Oh yes, the sun rises and sets again in due time. Every day the ordinary people one knows can be found doing good deeds. Yes, good manners. Funny, to think about life and manners. It starts in your favor, and you then wonder, OK now is this what it’s all about? One must find a purpose of what they would like to do in life. Just have good proper manners and all will fall in place. Do not to cry out loud.
Those moonbeams may not find you, but do not cry. The more you make one’s life not a show the more you won’t want to miss it. Life is but a script that we have never read. An upbeat tempo with a secret kept. Yes, good manners last a lifetime. Not stranger will be lost on them that you will see.
Brian Sluga
