Life, Parenting And Relationships

Taking Responsibility

Taking Responsibility

Don’t surround yourself with yourself.

Those phrase were in a song  written forty years ago, by Yes. Sad to say the words did not Resonate loudly enough. The song came to mind while sitting and pondering what is to become of Us, as People without Character. I am totally bewildered by People who think that they are the Universe, the reason the Sun shines. For instance O.J. Simpson, Aaron Hernandez, Phil Spector, Claud Von Bulow and all who followed the Suite.People accused or Convicted or Heinous Crimes. Right down to the sixteen years Boy in Tampa who shot randomly into a parked Car. Sixteen and is already a Gang member, inside the car was someone he had a Beef with, Jackass minded as he was, he opened fire on the car killing a fourteen years old Girl. Sixteen years old and he destroyed two young Lives.

All because he took himself too seriously and overthought himself right over the Brink of Sanity. Now he will have the rest of his Life to reflect on the very moment he released that Bullet never to be reloaded. That is just one of the millions of stories of people crossing the line of good Judgement and insanity. Lauren Hill puts it best ” Talk turn cold and I run for my Gun. Homicides are part of our daily lives, So much to the point, numerous Television shows have  Spawned about people in a fit of Rage or for Financial Gains, thinking that they can get away with Murder. In a World gone mad Mayhem rules the Media. My friend and I Joke that when something out of the Bizarre happens, we say only in Florida and hopes what happens in Florida stays in Florida. Far be it to be Isolated to Florida, it’s Global. If the Bazaar is Fad, then it’s Viral.

Like they say they don’t make them like they used to. Never more so than in People. Having been acustomed to the Push Button Lifestyle you believe that Life should not throw you any Curveballs or you will act out. Look at the Las Vegas Shooter, he took a vantage point from a Hotel Window high above an open-Air Concert with enough Ammunition and Armaments to keep the Red Coats at bay. The humor is for the Advocates. Nonetheless another one over the deep end. Whatever it is that burnt a hole in his Ass, that we will never know, grinding Axes is like taking Poison, while waiting for the other Person to Die. Whatever it is that brought him to Destruction must have consumed his every waken moments.

And that is the point of this Blog not using rationality through dark moments of making decisions that you will live with the rest of your Life. Or Die with your dark Secret. The average Person in a moment of Heat will act adversely, sometimes over the edge of Sanity. Our Prison System is Bulging and daily takes in  new Tadpoles into its Canals, as early as Juvenile. Life is Somewhat of a Science, to each action there is a reaction, by not Blowing up on Society you get to maintain your Liberty. Anger Management is way underrated, it should be thought when Toddlers throw Tantrums for the first time. those of us who deals well with adversity are the ones who gets to live another Day, in more ways than you think. It also allows the recipient of your wrought to live another Day.

We are all born with our own Demons, you don’t believe me let’s go back to one of the first Men to have walked this Earth. Cain killed his Brother for no apparent reason other than Jealousy, and it remains today. How we deal with our Demons define who we are and the strength of our Characters. People of strong Character die for their Beliefs. People with no Character kill for little or no Reason. Bottom line they have very little or no foresight to know that no good Deed goes un-punished. Either in a Courtroom or the Court of Karma, justice is the Common Denominator. We are living in a Society built on Laws and run by Laws. Thinking that you are an Entity or greater is a common flaw among big Egos. Just take a look at all the fallen Celebrities. Like the Man said ” The bigger the Bill the harder the Fall”.

When I met Mark Harshbarger he was in his early twenties. He confided in me that he was covered with almost two hundred thousand Dollars of Life Insurance. Years later his Wife Marybeth an Avid Hunter and Sharpshooter, who have hit Bulls Eye at one thousand yards. Shot and killed Mark under 100 yards claiming she thought she was shooting at a Bear. At the time of his Death he was covered close to a Million in Life Insurance, while She had an affair with his Brother. It’s People like that who motivated this Blog. In the middle of writing this Blog I am watching Dateline, right in front of my face my Blog unfolded. A handsome Doctor is sentenced to Life for using Murder to get out of the Marriage. He took himself far too seriously thinking that he could outsmart the World.

It all boils down to Respect for individuals Rights. Such as the right to say no for instance. Not indoctrinating your kids to Respect others Rights is paralleled to raising a loose Canon. What else could produce a sixteen years old to commit Murder, or the one who Raped a sixty years old Woman, approaching his seventeenth Birthday he raped a seventeen years old college bound Girl, gave her such a severe beating, she is now a Vegetable for Life, can’t eat, can’t speak. What else could produce such a Monster than bad upbringing. The Analysist always ask the question” do you Hate your Parents” whereas the question should be do you Hate Society. Blaming society for all your pains is wimping out. The Bible says we are Guilty by Thoughts Deeds and Action. Taking responsibility for your actions is a big step towards Maturity.

Many Men grow old and never experienced Maturity, I often wonder how is that possible. Living in your own Dream World, anything is possible. One year ago one of my Neighbors killed his Roommate who repelled his advances, he told the Cops that he  always had a hard time dealing with rejection all his Life. Now who is the Kid that’s afraid of the Dark, he was seventy one years old, and never took the time to grow up. If you are sixteen years old and you Lashes out on Society and it lands you in Jail, your upbringing is flawed. Worst of all you fail to be the Captain of your Ship, blaming everyone for your broken Rudder. There are Orphans who have Risen to the Occasion and made great contributions to the same Society that people with two Parents and the comfort of stability, try to undermine and destroy with Terror.

All because they can’t deal with adversity.They say that in each Life the Rain must fall, in some it’s a torrential downpour. How we deal with the Rain defines our Characters. Working in the Justice System have proven to me that a good many of us is lacking strong Characters. One of my coworker and I have great discussions about the People in our Town. The discussions usually ends that there must be something in the Water, that brings out the worst in People. A little adversity in their lives and Mr Hyde pops out. Sometimes there is no Rain falling yet they end up in deep water. For instance, my Hometown has been Plagued with juvenile Car Thieves for the last five years. Some Offenders as young as fourteen, some have lost their lives in bad crashes, burnt crisp.

When caught, the Kids say that they are Bored. What a Crock, when I was fifteen working after School stocking shelves in a Supermarket and trying to stay abreast of my homework I didn’t have time to be bored. Furthermore I was a Deviant who was threatened with Juvenile Detention. My Life was well structured, yet I chose to test my Mother’s will. When I was sixteen going to a Party” I was told what time to be Home. Five hours beyond my Corfu I came Home Shit- faced. She stayed up all Night with a Broomstick waiting for me. One strategically placed whack dropped me to my Knees. That sobered me instantly and cured my bad behavior.  In today’s society and  Courts If you leave a bruise on your Children it is Child Abuse. If you’re not afraid of Consequences and  you have no structure in your life, naturally you have time to steal Cars four A.M. on a Sunday morning.

One of my Neighbors killed himself and his two young Sons, his Wife has permanent Scars
The Driver of this Maserati killed himself and his two young Sons, his Wife severely injured. He was Drunk, Talking about Responsibility.

 

If you’re looking for Root cause, you need to visit the place they call Home and the so-called Parents. As a result of poor Parenting and Child Abuse Laws, there have been an Erosion in Core Values. Can you imagine fifteen years old with multiple Warrants outstanding. Furthermore going to Car Dealerships and removing Cars from the Lot is not a game or a Hobby it’s Grand Theft. It’s the life you choose to fall through the Cracks and live your life in our Prison Systems off the Taxpayers. All because you refuse to grow up. Taking responsibility for your Life is what growing up Right is all about. You are never too young or old to take responsibility for your actions. When confronted with tough Decisions weigh everything out to the point of being able to live with your Decision. Do not outfox yourself, think beyond the moment. Wrapping up the Line of Insanity, Wednesday July 31 2019 the Pilot of a major Airline reports to work visibly intoxicated with a Bottle in his Bag. On that note I rest my Case on good Judgement and Responsibility.

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A Florida police sergeant was hospitalized Monday night after a 15-year-old driving a stolen car crashed into the officer’s vehicle, authorities say.

St. Petersburg police told Fox13 the sergeant was heading west on 18th Avenue South when his car was struck by a blue Toyota Camry driving north on 7th Street South. Investigators say the teenage driver ran a stop sign at the intersection. The sergeant and three passengers from the Camry were taken to a local hospital to be treated for non-life-threatening injuries.

The 15-year-old was arrested on outstanding warrants, the news station reported. Officials say charges will be filed against him, but they are still searching for the owner of the car.

Monday night’s crash took place hours after Phelexis Jakara Robinson, 26, was killed in a hit-and-run accident by another suspected car thief. Robinson was trying to fix her car on Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard when a person driving a stolen Infiniti sedan struck her and fled the scene. The driver in the hit-and-run has yet to be apprehended.

Tampa-area authorities have struggled to prevent teenagers from stealing cars in recent years. A 2017 Tampa Bay Times investigation found that Pinellas County saw juveniles being arrested and charged with grand theft auto at a higher rate than any other major county in Florida.

“These kids walk through the neighborhood, they try the car doors, and if the car has a push start, they press the button and see if it works,” St. Petersburg Police Chief Tony Holloway said at a Tuesday news conference. “It’s that simple … They’re driving these cars at 70 and 80 mph, running stop signs and they do not know what that vehicle can and cannot do.”

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Fox News’ Kira Grant contributed to this report.

Fox News’ Kira Grant contributed to this report.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Taking Control

Taking Control

Working in a Justice System has been a true revaluation for me, of the importance of good Parenting. The other day I was sitting in the parking Lot, directly across the Street was a sprawling Building. This Building was the Juvenile Detention Center. While sitting there looking at the tiny Windows, I wondered to myself how old was its youngest Resident. I also wondered if by the time he made it back home would he have been rehabilitated or at least seen the Light or the evil of his way. It was then that it occurred to me the importance of good Parenting. The importance of bending the Twig before it grows into a thorny Tree is of Tantamount Effect. Junior was only eighteen Months old when he decided to test his will and witts against mine.

Sitting in his Highchair throwing a Fit, he tossed his spoon on the Floor several times. Unwittingly I picked it up each time, washed it and put it in the Bowl. After several times of repeating this game I removed him from his Highchair and placed him on the Floor next to the discarded Spoon. This was his first lesson that he wasn’t going to have things his way all the time. By you picking up that Spoon for the twentieth time, controlling and manipulation is now one of his Trait that could lead him to the Detention Center. They come here from every socio economic structure imaginable. I remember when I started Blogging one of my Boss asked me what I Blogged about. I told him among many things, problematic Teens were one of my main interest. He visited my Website and browse some of the Articles. The next day he saw me he congratulated me on my insights. He told me that he had a Teenager at home that was heading down the wrong Road. This guy was the Director of Marketing for a Company that made over one Hundred Million that year. I am quite certain that he was properly compensated. His kid had no reason to be a Rebel without a Clue, yet he was. Two years later I am now working in the County Justice System and here was my ex Boss making an appearance with his Kid.

As I mentioned earlier, they come from all walks of Life many times it starts with dropping the Spoon, by you not laying early ground rules, setting Boundaries and limitations. You are not preparing them for Society. Society is a Tangled weave of Laws, you can get arrested for spitting on the Ground, so what of the other thousand of infractions. If they can’t or won’t abide by your Rules what makes you think that they will abide by the Laws of our Legal System. My Mother was a hard working Christian Woman, yet at fourteen I Dreamed of being a Thug. I was only fourteen when she found an ounce of high grade Marijuana in my Pocket while doing the Laundry.

She gave me the option of a Cot in a Juvenile Detention Center or changing the Road I was Traveling. That tough Love navigated the rest of my Life. With one Arrest and conviction I could not be Working in the Justice System. When my Mother was laying down the Laws, how was I supposed to know that she was looking out for my future. As a Parent by you not laying down laws and rules while you are still in control you are paving the way for future court appearances, and Jail time. Your Kid may be the smartest and most talented kid in the World, If you don’t teach them Humility and let them know that there are Boundaries and consequences in Life. Society will chew them up and spit them out in the Justice Systems. Look at O.J, look at Arron Hernandez, he made it to the top of his Game along the way his Parents never told him that he could not get away with Murder. A wise Man once wrote ” it is better to build Boys than to mend  Men”

Here are excerpts from the Book Parenting Teens with Love and Logic.

Who’s in Charge Here?

For years, Ryan had appeared headed for a life of irresponsibility. He lived like a slob and had increasingly resisted his Parent’s badgering about his sloppy appearance, grungy clothes, messy room and that”infernal music” thudding through the walls. At thirteen Ryan simply”forgot” to do his chores. The older he grew, the more defiant he became. At seventeen, he started drinking even on school nights and experimenting with drugs, both of which were murder on his grades. He went out with girls running with the wrong Crowd, such as Desiree, telling his Dad, “she comes from a broken home and needs me as a counselor”, prompting his Dad to counter sarcastically, ” Just what kind of counseling techniques are you using”.

Ryan had long since blown off the hallowed family tradition of kissing his parents good-night. Now they were lucky if he just yelled through their master bedroom door, “I’am home. Allan responded to Ryan’s moral slide by losing his temper and yelling. Or “you have the social traits of a bum!” Sandy would mutter aloud, “I know this is a Kid I wouldn’t take off the shelf myself”. Ryan, of course, just sneered. He had his Parents emotionally eating out of his hand, and he knew it. They knew it too. But they felt helpless to reassert control. Then Alan and Sandy attended a seminar that introduced them to the Love and Logic parenting approach. They learned that parents should take care of themselves first, let their children own their own problems, and allow them to live with the consequences of their decisions.

P.S.  It is better to take control as early as possible than waiting till they are heading for the Detention Center.

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Bullying

 

Rough Edges

Bullies are People with shortcomings and inadequacies, to be more precise they are People with Rough Edges. Usually they are unhappy and filled with envy.

There are many signs of rough edges, to say the least, the lack of Politeness, Humility and Grace shows the Granite in you. When a simple Debate brings out the Weapons, be they Words, Swords, Daggers or Pistols, you have crossed the line. Now we are dealing with Jagged Edges. The old adage Sticks and Stones is Fabricated. A thirteen years old Poet wrote, ” the mighty Arrow delivers a piercing blow, the Sword delivers a sharp blow but Words delivers the most Devastating of blows.

I can swear to that statement, I come from  mixed Genes, my Grandmother was a Mulatto Woman, My Grandfather was Pure African. The Complexions of their children were staggered. At six years old I felt the devastation of piercing Words. One of my Aunts who was fair skinned chose to embed in my impressionable mind that I was the Inferiority of the Family Tree. She tagged me with the name Blackie. That was my first encounter with Bullying, until today I still can’t understand why a grown adult would torment a Child. However it happens everyday in Families. Inadequate Parents use harsh words to chastise their Children, piercing Words that diminish the Child’s self-esteem. How crude and inhumane when you get it from your own Family. Kids in School were a reflection of their Parents rough edges. By the time I turned fourteen as a result of harsh Words and Bullying I was an Accomplished Street Fighter with a Reputation. I had all the qualifications of being a Bully, I was bigger than most Kids my age and knew how to fight. Instead I chose to beat down Bullies.

When it came to our upkeep my Mother was near fanatic, our appearances were immaculate. At eleven years old we moved in a Neighborhood where the closest School was Parochial. Dressing for School each Day we looked like Military Men on Parade. The white shirts were pristine, the Khaki pants were creased and the shoes polished to sparkle. In that Neighborhood were three Brothers, the Higgings Boys. Those Boys older than we were made it their jobs to send us home dirty tattered and bruised each Day. Up to that point my Brother and I knew nothing about fighting, we had no choice but to learn. Three against two, we learned fast and excell quickly. To some degree I think that we asked for the confrontations by taking the shortcut through an open field each Day. That made us sitting Ducks for daily Ambushes. Anyway these three Bullies got the worst of it. We got tired of going home tattered and dirty so we decided to send them home battered and bruised instead. We developed fighting techniques Bruce Lee would be proud of. My all-time favorite was putting my Books in my Brother’s Backpack and loading mine with Rocks. The first of the Aggressors would go down hard when introduced to my Backpack and the other Cowards would run and leave their Brother whimpering.

Three years later I was now in Junior High, one Day the biggest Bully in the Shool and the entire Neighborhood picked on me for no other reasons than to humiliate and humble me. I was seconds from crying Uncle, he was two years older than I and more skilled. At the moment of begging for Mercy, a huge Stick presented itself, the color of Mercy had changed. Every Limb that had brutalized me were introduced to the Stick. The fight started in the back of the School, I escorted him off the School Property, beating him with the Stick the entire hundred yards to the front Gate. For all the Bullying that goes on these Days, I feel compelled to tell you that the Kids in that School will tell their Grandchildren of that Day. They all gathered behind me Cheering the entire way to the Front Gate. It appears that there were no Teachers or the Dean in School that Day, no one tried to break up the fight.  By the time I got to High School my past had vanished, as if I shed my skin. No one knew of my fighting skills. I went to Taft High School in the Bronx, not the toughest Neighborhood in the Bronx. Nonetheless it had it’s Reputation, for this is where the Bronx Tale had Manifested. There were Fights everyday after School, Blacks against Whites, Gay Bashings and just plain Bullying. The first School Shooting occurred in the Basement of Taft.

When your Kids show signs of Bullying those are signs of rough edges, it is your Job to address it before they meet someone who will teach them Manners. It appears that my Tormentor came from a long line of Bullies his two older Brothers seventeen and eighteen were Executed by a Gang Firing Squad within a week of looking for me. Today Bullying is out of control, one Day my seven years old Niece and her next Door Neighbor made me blush with the words they called each other, in a war of Words. Bullying starts that early and goes all the way to Columbine. Nikalus Cruz was a Bully who got into many altercations and fights, ultimately his rough edges turned to jagged edges. To me it appears that the Boy could not handle his Parents miserably separation.

Nicolas Cruz
Killed 17 fellow Students

Most sensible People can tell when a Brushfire threatens to burn out of control. His Parents did not see, the Community did not see, his Classmates did not see and neither did the School. One Day the Brushfire became a Forest Fire, on that Day he went to School and Killed seventeen of his Classmates, then went to McDonald’s and bought himself a Meal. Did I mention Jagged Edges, today the World is consumed with Jagged Edges. In my old Hometown of Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania a Child Molester exposed, decided to kill his Victim and half the Block. Today he lives comfortably in a Prison for the Criminally Insane, his Drugs provided with my Tax Dollars make me Insane. Let me be redundant, Jagged Edges is the byproduct of Rough Edges.

Twenty miles from Wilkes Barre in a Road Rage incident a young Woman going to College cuts off another Driver to make her exit is shot in the Head by a seemingly intelligent young Man with Jagged Edges, and easy accessibility to Guns. Rough Edges is the Norm in today’s Society, you have Parents with rough edges, Teachers, Lawyers, Doctors, Priests and worse of all Politicians with Nuclear accessibility. As I have said over and again Parenting is the hardest job in the World. If you weren’t raised up properly how are you going to smooth out your Children’s Rough Edges. That’s why I believe that as soon as you find out that you are going to become a Parent, you should run out and buy a copy of Parenting With Love and Logic. I am not commissioned to promote this Book but many of my Blogs about Parenting is inspired by it. I could write Volume on the Subject of Rough Edges, at this point of this Blog I believe that I have made my point. Tolstoy I will never be, I believe that a Blog should have the same effect of a Book on one single Page. In conclusion, Rough Edges should be smoothed out before they become Jagged Edges.

P.S. Thank God my Mother Smoothed out my Rough Edges before they became Jagged.

 

 

 

 

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Feathers

 

 



My main Objective when I started Blogging was to write Blogs about safe Driving. It wasn’t long before I realized that there is just so much you could say about People’s poor Driving Habits before it becomes old News. I have always admired a good Fiction, then it darned on me that I could fill in the Void with Fiction Blogs. I have always admired Birds and Envied them for their Freedom. They have always been attracted to my calmness and serenity and have allowed me to me to get very close to them when I am Photographing them. Like the time when several hundred Cardinals surrounded me and I panicked and chased them away, blowing the greatest Photo Shoot of my Life. This is my very first Fictional Blog about Birds, written three years ago. The Human Characters were made Fictional to protect their identity.

 

 



He was a majestic Sea Bird, a natural born Fisherman and Hunter. Why his Mother choose to hatch her eggs in the Branches of a Palm Tree far inland behooves me. Nonetheless this is where Feathers was born, like any other Suckling in early development they are dependent on the nourishment Mother provides. So much to the point of dependency, when his time came to leave the Roost and test his graceful Wings. Feathers had developed Inertia /entitlement, an attitude that if ma was going to do all this hunting and Fishing for me, why should I even bother to learn how to fly, fish and hunt for myself, if she enjoys pampering me, so be it.

 

 



Feathers had developed a privileged character mentality, he choose not to be a go getter not realizing that what Mother was doing was preparing him for his first Flight and his first Hunt. That is what Mothers do they prep their Kids to do for themselves the things in life they need to survive . He was defiant about leaving the Roost, he didn’t realize that Mother wasn’t always going to be there for him, and the responsibility of fending for himself, and taking his life to the next level was his Job. A lot of people posses the same trait as Feathers, and are defiant about accepting responsibilities. Even the responsibility of fending for themselves, taking on challenges and moving out of the comfort zone.

 

 



I once knew a Man who held a Degree in Graphic Arts, when he graduated the job market was overwhelmed with an overabundance of Graphic Artists. After a year or more of pounding the Pavement and filing applications, he threw the Towel in and decided that he would never land a position in his chosen field. He choose to settle for mediocrity, he took many menial jobs so he could eat. He became a Parent along the way, now he was locked in, his dream of seeing his skills come into fruition was now buried in complacency. This Guy had no Tenacity, no continuity or Drive, he was willing to throw away years of learning and dreams to drive a Taxi. All because he had developed a Defeatist Mentality early in Life.  I guess he had never heard the story about the three Miners, who spent their lives mining for Gold, one day they unanimously decided that they were never going to find Gold. They agreed that they were wasting their time.

 

 



They sold their Claims, sold their Tools and took jobs as Farm hands. The new owners took possession of the Mine, hammered at the Rocks for three hours  and found one of the richest Vein within three feet of where the original owners decided to quit. Moral, never give up on your Dreams, never develop a Feathers Mentality of complacency.  All through my Life I have met many defeated people who showed me that being a Defeatist was to clip your own Wings. When I worked on Wall Street I met a Gifted young Man working as a Clerk, Tom and I became friends he was Opinionated as myself, during our many talks we discussed many things including why he was working as a Clerk and not in his chosen Profession as an Artist with the Talent he possessed. He related to me that years ago he developed a Cartoon, submitted it to a Famous Actor who pirated his creation and made it World famous, leaving him in the cold. A lot of his work are featured in many of my  Blogs, I will let you be the Judge, did he clipped his own Wings or did the Crooked Actor.

 

 





Getting back to poor  Feathers who refused to stand on his own two feet, better yet fly with his own two wings. Personally I could not wait to fly, I started working at fifteen worked straight through HS I can’t explain the immense feeling of self gratification, a fifteen year old bringing money home to supplement a single Mom’s income and dressing better than my Teachers . One stormy day Feathers Mom went out fishing in the Gulf of Mexico, the weather took a turn for the worse, visibility was poor she got lost and never found her way back to the Palm Tree they called Home. Feathers was now in a bind sink or swim, better yet fly or die. He chose neither. He dropped himself down from the Tree in a lush Hedge to feather his falling, beneath the Hedges were a colony of small Lizards, that was easy pickings for him, and that was where he spent the rest of the his life. Instead of feasting on salmon and the likes, he chose easy pickings.



Moral, you can make Chicken Salad out of your Life, or Chicken Shit, The choice is yours.