I never know for sure if what ever I'm doing will ever turn out to be the right thing. It's a matter of perspective I suppose. Someone's right is another's wrong. Like the time I said "god bless you" after a woman sneezed in an elevator. She was an atheist. I could tell because she told me so. That made me think because I tend to be one most of the time too. So I understood her resistance. I mean, even for me to say "god bless you" is a stretch considering, but it just seems to be the right thing to do. I don't even know why, but it does. So now I don't say it at all. I just pretend like I'm old and deaf most the time now and don't get involved. But it seems like the wrong thing to do.
To give you an idea, I probably have fourteen quandaries like this a day. It's a wonder I can still eat oatmeal.