Last week one of my grand daughters and I began what will be a massive project. Ever her mother, she is starting on her senior project now (it is due next spring before graduation). This bio-book, as I call it, is sort of like a written scrap book where there is more writing than pictures but the pictures are scrap booked (see previous blog on my prowess in this area).
Half way through the morning we needed to put the project aside (we are in the picture sorting stage) to deliver food to the church for a funeral.
At the church we noticed four friends around a table. I knew all of these folks. I thought my grand daughter might remember most of them. Did I mention that three of the four were men? We walked up to the one woman and I said, “Norma, do you remember my grand daughter, Taylor?” Immediately two of the other men stood up for an introduction.
Stood!
Like you see in movies!
Like you are taught, or were taught, long ago in Manners Class!
Oh, how polite! How respectful!
And boy did we talk about that on our way home. About the respect men show women and how she, Taylor, should expect that level of respect from the men in her life.
The fact that these two men were from
And don’t think you won’t be walking through this Senior Project with us during the next year. I already wake up thinking about the work ahead of us.
That’s what I’m thinking about things today.
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