Old Fashioned

I don't mind being old fashioned. Especially if it entails being a caring person. There are people I encounter in my everyday life who don't even know I care about them. It isn't because I don't try to show it. It's more a case of they just don't pay attention. A dear friend sent me a wonderful little piece that says something similar. If you work in a small environment and you're lucky, it's like you're with family. And families care about each other. But sometimes you have family members who don't care much about how you feel about them. Sometimes you're nastier to your family than anyone else just because they ARE family and they're supposed to forgive you. I live by the philiosophy that you treat people the way you want to be treated. I know my Mom would call that The Golden Rule. I find nothing wrong with that or with being sentimental or caring or gentle. Sure, it means I get hurt a lot by little things and when you take things personally (as we all do at times) and when you have a soft heart there are people who will take advantage of you, even those you love. But you know, I don't really care. It isn't going to stop me from caring about you. It doesn't mean I don't worry about you. Whether you're my family, my friend, my co-worker. When I love you, I love you always. If that makes me old fashioned, I am proud to be called old fashioned.