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.