I am far from perfect. (Just ask Peter, my children and the people I work with.)

But my parents taught me to do what is “right.”  I still send hand-written thank you notes.  I do not run red lights.  I got the wallet I found on Monday back to its rightful owner.  I don’t like owing money so I don’t have overdue bills.  I got my papers in on time in college, and I never complained to a faculty member about a grade.

That’s why when I see drivers accelerate as a traffic light turns red (especially if I am trying to cross the street) or people not picking up after their dogs, it annoys me.  And people who get in the “six items or fewer” grocery store line with a dozen items or more are subject to my scorn.  When I see our members of Congress disrespecting each other’s ideas or beliefs, I get angry.

Sometimes I am too hard on others.  But in the end, I am hardest on myself when I have not done the right thing.  I have to be better about letting things go.