I think, at times, about the ways in which I have used respect: the ways I have wielded it, abused it, denied it.
Respect costs me nothing and yet it is an often overlooked, under estimated and undervalued commodity. It is a language, like the Dow, that I am learning bit by bit.
Respect is returning phone calls; being cognizant of the meaning of time and the importance of being on time; it is reliability and expectation; it is valuing advice and recognizing the value of finding something you’ve been searching for and cherishing it.
Respect is a noun and a verb.
It is the thing and the act.
Respect is—at least for me and certainly for people like me and unlike me—worthy of living –and while maybe not dying—worthy of fighting for.