I vividly remember knowing, as a child, when I damn well better sit still and stay quiet. It's so painful to see kids these days who haven't a clue what respectful behavior is.
One thing that used to be done all the time, but you don't see so much these days -- a couple of days after the death of my husband, my doctors, a married couple who practiced together, dropped by out of the blue with a big box. Inside was about three days worth of home cooking, a lovely flower arrangement and charming little cards and gifts, hand made by their children. Being holistic practitioners, they knew what my dietary needs were and I felt so safe and cared for knowing that all that food was made with such care and compassion. That gesture meant so much that it still brings tears, two years later.
I just think if everyone was able to feel so cared for, we'd all be a lot less angry.