Once we came inside, two different gentlemen offered their more cushioned chairs to us. One gentleman appeared to be about eighty; the other between forty and fifty. The clerk who helped us when it was Mom’s turn was very kind and patient with us. The Alzheimer’s has progressed to the point that she can no longer sign her name, but she is still able to shuffle around and communicate a little.
As I helped Mom slowly leave the office, another gentleman left his spot in line and patiently held the door open for us. I didn’t think to look at the year on the Butler High School letter jacket he was wearing, but knew he was in his late teens.
It was heartwarming to see my mother treated with the kindness and understanding from the employees in the License Bureau. What’s more, the polite behavior from three different generations of patrons demonstrated that true gentlemen with manners still exist in my hometown.
Lora Friedly Rodenberg
