a perfect gentleman

I went for a walk at lunch time.

Sidewalk turned into a trail and path was narrow for a while. I saw two boys coming from the opposite direction riding their bikes. They must be around 10-12 years old.

I got off the trail into the grassy part so that they can pass through. One of them smiled at me and gave the slightest nod of the head to thank. I was warmed by his gentlemanly manners.

Who says next generation has no respect?

I beg to differ :)

Comments

Dianne said…

I love when I meet young people like that
it's also because you were thoughtful to them
too many adults treat kids like they're invisible or criminals

September 2, 2011 at 7:25 AM

janis said…

I too love polite kids. Working with a bunch of them as well so I am happy to say, most are polite...some just need to be taught what manners are. We cant expect them if we dont teach them♥

September 2, 2011 at 4:31 PM

Lori ann said…

i would agree with you bhavana. but it also takes a wise and compassionate (and polite) person to notice.
:)

September 2, 2011 at 8:04 PM

Val said…

you know i hear a lot of complaints but in my world it works like you say. i love the young - they have so much to teach us too. their world is more stressful than ours...i think. nice blog post. tried to chat with you on fb. didnt work. sigh nice to hear from you though. good stuff still works

September 5, 2011 at 1:48 PM

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