I ran into a stranger as he passed by. "Oh, excuse me please" was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't even watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said good-bye.
But at home a different story is told, how we treat our loved ones, young and old.Later that day, cooking the evening meal, my daughter stood beside me very still.When I turned, I nearly knocked her down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown.