Each day, when I leave the house, I am reminded of many lessons my mother taught me while I was growing up.
Treat other people the way you want to be treated. This is so true to my heart I consider it a weakness. I treat everyone kindly because I want to be treated kindly. When you hurt me I want you to know you’ve hurt me, but I won’t hurt you back. I put my trust in you because I want you to know that you can trust me. I may not be able to make things better but I will offer to help or lend an ear of support, knowing you will offer the same to me.
Respect your elders. Maybe the terminology is antiquated but the concept is still strong. I addressed my parents as Mommy and Daddy, my relatives as Aunt, Uncle, etc. and my parents’ friends as Mr. or Mrs. I was told to say please and thank you and excuse me when I wanted something while they were busy and, if my mother was in the middle of a sentence with someone, or was on the phone, we were told to wait until she was done. If I ever mouthed back I got slapped on the mouth or the butt, and I didn’t call CPS.
Clean up after yourself. No matter where we were; home, the dentist office, a restaurant, the mall, anywhere, we were not to make a mess and we had to clean up any mess we made.
Respect the property and the belongings of others, and put things back where you found them. Any time I go to the house of a friend and I use something of theirs, I try my best to put it back exactly how I found it. It isn’t that I expect other people to do that for me, however I do expect people to be honest when something is damaged during their stay at my home.
Look both ways before crossing the street. I’ve known people who grew up and/or live in the 5 boroughs of NY that have been hit by a bicyclist traveling the wrong way on a one way. I have also seen cars traveling the wrong way down a one way street.
Always carry change. This one is self-explanatory.