Good manners actually cost a lot!

It is not true that good manners cost nothing. Based on this fallacy, our nation should in theory be the best behaved, most kind, gentle, good tempered and respectful of all the nations of the Earth, as we absolutely love freebies! The truth is that to have good manners and to be respectful of others you first have to respect yourself. In a society such as ours, where, sadly, self worth is based... on society's crude assessment of one’s net financial worth, the young who have very little financial means are given little regard and thus have very little self respect. This is the case because they grew up in a country that respects only money, greed, and personal aggrandizement. So, when our penniless university graduates enter the real world their egos get a serious battering, to the extent that those who are sensitive and unsure of themselves never develop that crucial self respect, the immunity for the soul. As such 'he who lacks a thing cannot give it.' Good manners and respect really have little to do with upbringing and more to do with perception of self. So, good manners actually cost a great deal, contrary to popular belief.

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