The nuns who were my teachers in grammar school taught that there was right and there was wrong. And you didn’t want to do wrong because it was a sin and, depending on how bad it was, God was going to punish you. My mom taught me something even more effective. She taught me to make choices on my own that nobody else could make for me. Then I had to live with however those choices made me feel. I had to stand up. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t have to fear punishment from God. I only had to think about whether I could live with myself and my choices.
love this! if only everyone thought this way..
