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what makes a man?
what makes a man? power is much on my mind of late. Skier0752 has a good blog on it - go see. i grew up in a great family - loud, irish, and very safe. i had no idea that evil existed in the world until i was in fifth grade. we were pretty poor and that was the first year my parents could afford to get me a bike. horrible big wheeled ugly thing. i adored it. the freedom of it. the speed. my sister got one too and we would often just take off riding. one day we rode to the elementary school. there was a wide window sill there that served as our place to sit and secret tell. we dropped the bikes and clambered up, settling in with the apples we had in out pockets. three boys came around the edge of the building. they were older - maybe 13 or so. we noticed them but didn't think much of it. that day we had a lot to tell...my sister had gotten her period and i was mesmerized by the whole thing. one of the boys had a whip in his hands, the kind they make for Halloween - not really lethal, but still.... they started teasing us and i could tell my sister was getting nervous. i was a bit of a brat so i mouthed off and that made them angry. they grabbed at our legs to pull us off the sill and my sister fell and hurt her hand. they spit on our bikes. then they spit on us. they told my sister she would have to kiss their feet before they would let us go. i had my bike up and i knew if i rode off, they couldn't catch me. i was the wind on this bike. i could go home and get my parents. i jumped on and left. but i was only a few hundred yards away when i heard my sister squeal. i picked up some rocks and snuck back around the building. she saw me but they didn't. one of them had her by the hair and was trying to force her to her knees. i don't remember doing it...but i saw red dripping from the head of one of the boys. and my sister grabbed her bike and we escaped to home. my Dad was there so it must have been a weekend. he loaded us in the car and drove us back to the school. the boys were still there. my Dad walked over to them....slowly. they all stood there listening to him. Cathie and i sat in the car, watching. he took the whip and snapped it in half. one of the boys took off running. but he had the other two and he brought them to the car. we nodded. mute. a slight shake of his hand and they both apologized. dad asked us to walk home and he put the boys in the car. he came home about an hour later. we tried to hear what he was telling mom but we couldn't. at dinner that night, my sister started to cry. my dad stood up and left the room. i followed him and found him on the porch lighting his pipe. tears running down his face. he put his hand on my face and told me he loved me. he was a hero. and he didn't even need a cape. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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10/27/2006 2:26 pm |
We all need to hear more stories like this. Especially the young men/boys; especially in these times. Thanks
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10/27/2006 2:38 pm |
Isn't this what dads are supposed to do?...thanks so much for sharing this with us. Skier
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Sad commentary on society but you do that now and they throw your father in jail. I have no patience for bullying, hazeing, peer pressure, whatever. Zero. My boys WILL know right from wrong. XO Rover totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!" Have a wonderful day!
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10/28/2006 12:05 am |
What a great father you had We. he is an exsample to others. I wish my father had the character to be an exsample.
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Sad commentary on society but you do that now and they throw your father in jail. I have no patience for bullying, hazeing, peer pressure, whatever. Zero. My boys WILL know right from wrong. XO Rover Parents today seem to think that their child can do no wrong and will blame everyone but their own kid. I'm glad your dad was one of the Good Guys. He obviously raised a fine and conscientious daughter, and that says a lot. You're one of the Good Guys, too, Rov.
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11/7/2006 9:49 pm |
Well, your dad outta pick on someone his own size.
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