That day, reflecting on how my simple gesture toward the staff was read as a tactical maneuver, I realized something more profound was at stake. It wasn't about strategy but about bond; the quiet recognition of our shared humanity, too often hidden beneath layers of hierarchy and suspicion. When respect becomes rare enough to seem like a tactic, we lose sight of something fundamental: the dignity we hold simply by being human.
Their assumption revealed the narrow frame through which many now view relationships at work: a transactional mindset that mistakes genuine recognition for calculated gain. But respect isn't something earned or used. It's the baseline of connection, quietly present before roles, titles, or behavior.
The poem below tries to name that respect in its purest form. A recognition that neither waits for permission nor demands reward. It's a reminder of what we often forget but need most.
A Quiet Recognition
Every person
carries inherent dignity—
not earned through good behavior,
forfeited by mistakes,
or shaped by circumstance.
It's simply there,
by virtue of being human.
Respect
is the quiet recognition
of that dignity.
Kindness is different.
It's something we offer
freely, personally.
Kindness flows from your generosity;
respect,
from their humanity.
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