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Chivlry and abuse
a girl once slapped my face, spit on my shoe, broke my arm and threw me to the ground
she told me that chivelry was dead and that i should get over my old morals and ideas
she told me this was a new world i lived in and that those ways would not work
i stood up and held my arm to my side ignoring the pain i followed this girl
we reached a door and i opened it for her, bowing my head slight i said
"No idea, good or bad, is dead as long as one person believes and practices it"
with that i turned and left, my arm still hurting but my honour and pride in tact.
A great story. You should really capitalize if this is something that you believe in. Chilvry isn't dead, and I'm glad. If someone doesn't appreciate having the door opened for them or other things, no matter how small, is full of themselves and not worth crap.
I love it! A great story that just makes me feel good for reading it.