Lesson: The Art of Holding Doors
From a very young age, my parents taught me to always hold the door for the person behind you. I never really thought of it as something that could teach me a lesson when I became older. One Spring day close to the end of seventh grade, I was walking back from my flute lesson in the Arts Center to the middle school building. Being one of the youngest kids in my school, I tried to keep contact with upper schoolers limited because only a few actually took time from their day to wave to me in the hallways. As I pushed through the doors I saw a few kids on their way in. It was clear from the distance that was between them that they we not walking together.…