Respect

I live in a small town. It's something that I'm proud of. I know most of the people and they know me. Growing up you are taught respect. At least you were taught who and what to respect. But it doesn't seem like people, especially the younger generation, know what it is.
Earlier this week, my husband and I were returning home from a trip. We came upon a funeral. The Hurst out in front and the cars with their lights on followed. My husband pulls over to allow the funeral to go past.
When I was young, I was taught this was a person last chance to have the world view him differently. It didn't matter what he did in life, he was moving on in death and it was respectful to them and their loved ones to show compassion for them.
As we set there and patently waited for the last car to drive by, a younger boy and girl came barreling up the road and passed us with no regards to the funeral or to us who were sitting on the shoulder of the road. The car shook as the boy drove by and I was appalled by the boys disrespect.
I know some of you might think this is crazy and maybe in the city you don't do this type of thing but here we do or at least I thought most people did. It just so happened yesterday it happened again.
I'm curious though, how many of you pull to the side of the road as a funeral passes? Do you feel the way I do?
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Published on June 24, 2015 07:34 Tags: cars, compassion, country, death, funeral, respect, small-town, young-people
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