Last week, in the bus on my way home, I saw a young girl dressed in a lovely, modest, feminine and elegant way. She wore a cream-colored summer skirt, a pretty pink blouse, her hair was nicely arranged and there was just a bit of makeup on her face. What a lovely girl, I thought. She certainly looks like a lady!
The bus was pretty much full. I was sitting and she was standing right next to my seat when an old man stepped in. Naturally, I got up to free my seat for him. He nodded and gave me a smile of gratitude (it was a very hot day).
… But before he could sit down, the seat was already occupied by the lovely young girl I admired a few minutes ago. The old man looked flabbergasted. Perhaps she didn't notice him! I approached her gently and said:
"I beg your pardon, but I got up so that this old man could sit."
She stared at me with dismay.
"Why should I care? I'm tired," – she said, rather loudly, unaware of the glances she was attracting.
"Well, so am I," – I persisted, - "but we're young; surely standing for a couple of minutes won't kill us!"
Only then, very reluctantly, she got up and the old man sat down.
For the rest of my way home, I thought about how being a lady is so much more than dressing modestly and with good taste. What about kindness, patience, a gentle spirit, respect for the elders? Compassion and putting the needs of others first? A true lady should nurture and cultivate these virtues. If they are missing, it really doesn't matter if she's wearing a ball dress or a baggy pair of jeans.