Age of Respect

I am 45 years old and I don’t think I want to be known as someones elder, although I am technically. Long living is a badge of honor and the longer you live the more opportunities you have in life but you know I don’t think I want to be “superior” to someone because I am older. Children should be taught to respect their elders but there comes a time in life where there is equalization despite ones age. People you once called Mr./Mrs./Ms you can call in time by their first name. Age is a number, sometimes it must be respected but other times its something that shouldn’t be a serious issue.

Author: Tony "T-Bird" Burgess

Hi there, my name is Tony Burgess from Chattanooga, Tennessee, USA. I am a believer, bleeding-heart, idealist and blogger. I'm married to Laura and Cody is our dog. Daily I work for a blood bank. My blog is where I chronicle and curate the sacred, serious and silly things in my life. Thank you for connecting with me. Grace, peace and love!

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