Allow me to introduce myself. I am my own mother’s daughter. I have been blessed; my mother’s greatest traits have surfaced in me and now make up a portion of my greatest traits and could possibly even define my character. This fact, in itself, is proof that I am my own mother’s daughter. Not many can say they are as lucky as I am lucky. Good judgment and morals are hard to come by these days. My mother is a woman who has good judgment and a strong set of morals and values. She may seem to be a physically frail woman, but this has not hindered her moral strength. Some may call her old fashioned, as do many of those from the most recent generation who have forgotten the essence of morality and values, but nonetheless, I am lucky enough to have been blessed with the very traits that allow me to sleep comfortably at night knowing that I am my own mother’s daughter.
I do not like the fact that the line between good and bad, between right and wrong, and between moral and immoral has been so skewed that much of the population finds it is too difficult to make a judgment call. I guess that is why some turn to others for help, for advice when the call needs to be made by someone who encompasses the knowledge of the distinction. I am one of those persons.