in reflecting on my past, my youth....i look into my son, and every other little person out there, who that are, who they can be, the accountability as parents, as people who will guide them threw life, let them develop into who they will be, and who will one day direct the world in what ever capacity they can. In talking with others....you can learn of who you are. does our youth dictate who we are, does it cast in stone an outcome ? Being raised the way i was , i should be a statistic , a person lost in the crack. In that crazy lost youth, there are a few people who took the time, that moment to guide my lost self. Maybe at that moment it never registered, the thought and seed was planted, to grow decades later. There was an Uncle , not a real uncle, but a man i respected...He was at the time an officer on the Waterloo Police dept, later to become a State trooper in the area. He chased me down in all my problems, brought me home with long talks in the car, sometimes getting hot chocolate.....treating me as his own. Tough me about doing the right thing, doing your best, sometimes with no reward to yourself, and for no other reason, except what it might do in 30 years. Little did he know. There was a Mobster who sold candy who pulled me under his wing, who fought me about honor, your word, the importance of respect. In a time of my young teen age years, this guy ran his town, was at the top of the food chain. But he never walked on people, would hold the door for the poorest, dirtiest bum. We would go to breakfast, and he would pick a table and pay for there meal, then leave, without a need of acknowledgment . He always had people looking up to him, but never looked down on anyone. in a talk last night, we talked about our kids, and how we respond to there problems. are they problems, or are they reaching out ....it is up to us to listen.....
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 14:33:42 +0000
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