What is it??

What is it?? What is it about me that causes me to go though a door and look back to see if someone is there?? What makes me then proceed to hold the door for that person?? What causes me stand by the edge of the street and wait for a car to beckon me before crossing?? On the other hand, what is it that makes me stop and beckon the waiting pedestrian to cross me?? What is it that causes me to not laugh at thy fallen young lady but to help her to stand to her feet?? What is it that makes me open the door of my car for my passenger before I open the door for myself?? What is it, what is it, what is it??

I have an answer: Common Courtesy. Born, raised, and practiced into Common Courtesy, I continue to do these things and more even when no one else does. Funny how that is, that Common Courtesy even having the word "Common" in it just isnt all the common anymore. So thats why I continued to ask What is it, what is it, what is it?? Sadly many people dont seem to know.