While having a manicure this morning and, yes, a rare pedicure, several young ladies came in to have their nails done for their prom. As I watched them, all animated in conversation, I thought back to when I was their age. My g-d, I never looked as good in high school as these kids do. They were all slender, tanned, not a blemish on a face, gorgeous hair. In shorts and tee shirts, they were all beautiful.
I had a chance to study their faces, their expressions, their body language, their voices. These were young ladies, well-mannered, soft-spoken, easy to see that they all liked each other, respectful of those who provided the services they wanted and easily interacted with me during a short, humorous conversation.
I may not have looked as good way back then, but I do remember being soft-spoken, well-mannered, and respectful. It was a good way to start my day.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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