The Key to Respect: It's Not What You Think
Happy Birthday to me. Firmly in my thirties now and still don't feel a day older than 45. I've never felt my age and I always looked forward to packing on the years. Not because I was impatient to eat candy for dinner or leave on all the lights in the house. No, I wanted something far more valuable. You see, I had this strange notion that respect is a gift that comes with age. Age was the key to entering a world of people who would be your equals. When you put your key in the lock and turn the knob, you listen to and respect those behind that sacred door as much as they listen to and respect you. So each year, on my birthday, for many years, I waited with hand outstretched - eager to receive my "key". Surely at 18, 20, 21, 26, 30... And then I discovered it. The hard truth. Respect doesn't come with age. There is no key. For a time, I confess, I despaired. Not because I wanted people to think well of me but because I desperately needed people to list