Morning walk is my exercise. On the last lap of my walking along this subdivision streets, a familiar jogger smiled and greeted me "Good morning, Fe!" I was surprised! It's the first time she greeted me by my name! It lightened my spirit! There's magic hearing someone greet me by my name!
Whereas before and as always whenever we cross our path in the course of our morning exercise, she just smile. Or, sometimes, just wave her hand as a greeting. Later on, in low voice greet me "Good morning po". Maybe, she's just shy person, I thought. But I always smiled at her, and greet her "good morning".
I am like that with others - whether in writing and in person. I call or address a person by his or her name. Even with out telling me, I know if a person like to be called by his or her name. I could feel it. So is with me. You see, until I'm writing this, I could feel the good vibes of that greeting by my name.
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Hello to Bulacan and to my Nanay Fe! I'm happy to read you here, and you wrote this well, with your true feelings about calling someone by their names and vice versa.
I think it is a simple way of showing respect and warm to other people, unlike naming names or whatever bully names other people used to use for someone.
I hope to jog with you when I get home, we are only two jeeps away. :)
A very fine emotional line of etiquette.
Nice to meet you Fe!