When a child, my Mother wanted the best for her children, as do most mothers. There were no preschool reading and writing classes in school. She taught us by reading books to us at night. she taught us to pray the same way. One word at a time. One letter at a time. What a gift she had to be able to get on a small child’s level. My father is and was so kind and happy. He was the main protector and excellent provider in our family. He worked hard. We had good meals at home. However, once a week, we ate out at the same nice resturant. Remebering her words, “close your mouth when you chew that food”. I wondered why. So I asked. The answer was that no one wants to see it. Then her sisters children went out to eat with us. I was the youngest of six. I corrected them. They were young and became upset with me. As a teenager i enjoyed reading a book by amy  someone that helped me with manners.

Saying please and thank you when asking and someone shows me a kindness. Now, just what is a kindness? When a gentleman opens a door for a lady. Think about it. If a woman has a baby under one arm and a purse on the other, she needs a little help. Men who strike women are cowards in my personal opinion, even behind closed doors. A brute who is mean to women is a “nothing to me’. A woman does not need a man and vice versa. Lust is not love. Men will undress a fully clothed woman with his eyes anyway. so why would I even want to show my boosom to a stranger? Modesty is taught. Men need it too. I cannot enjoy some other woman’s husband jogging bare-chested. Don’t men understand this? Please at least wear a T-shirt. Cross you legs ladies! Yesterday, I went out to eat with my brother. I watched in horror as a young mother in a short skirt bent over to place her child in the back seat of her car. Her panties were showing for the whole public to see. She was probably not even aware of it.Yes, proper manners reflect on the self and your family. Someone is always watching.