Yearning for civility: It begins at home
I always thought I had good parents. They didn’t have a lot of money, they didn’t dote on me, tell me I was beautiful or perfect. They taught me how to try, they encouraged me to study and they taught me how to work. They made me want to be a good person. They were good because they cared enough to teach us basic values at home. They were busy people, my father was a very small farmer, barely making enough to pay the bills. We lived on 40 acres. I was told more than once that no one could survive on that. But we did. My dad worked hard. He was a responsible man and I was very ...