My Mother’s Words By Nicole A-A Wilson

Be respectful, be courteous, be kind. 

These are words to live by.

Right?

Head straight and hands at ten and two.

Don’t make any sudden moves, you don’t want to scare them.

Where’s my license? 

Will I be able to find it, to get it? In time?

Breathe….and just remember.

Be respectful, be courteous, be kind.

These are words to live by.

Right?

Will I be sentenced guilty after death, even if there was no crime?

What will my family be left with?

How will they describe me over the News after I am dead?

But I shouldn’t be thinking like this, it was just ten miles over the limit.

Just remember, breathe and…..

Be respectful, be courteous, be kind. 

These are words to live by.

Right?

Cop: do you know why I pulled you over ma’am?

            Me: I was speeding (“ma’am” that’s a good sign, right?) 

Cop: Yes ma’am, license and registration please. Where you headed?

            Me: I’m headed to my base to report to duty. (Will that make a difference)

            Here you go,sir  (Will that?)

Okay breathe, just remember 

Be respectful, be courteous, be kind.

These are words to live by.

Right?

“Just a warning, drive safe, Thank you for your service.”

Was he a genuinely good person? 

Is it because of what I do?

Or…

Was it because I was respectful, courteous, and kind.

In my skin I can never be sure but by these words I STILL LIVE.