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The Rituals of Love

How to raise your own young with love, so they’d become, loving people too, by modeling for your kids, what the expressions of love should be, and surely, as they watched you, they too, will start, to express their love to each other, as well as everybody else they may meet in their own lives, translated…

“Come!  A kiss, a hug, embrace me!”, when the kids were in elementary school, every morning before they set out, when they’d come home at night, I’d opened my arms wide, to perform this “family ritual” of hugging them, and, as the kids felt that they are fulfilled, smiled radiantly.  And to this very day, my passionate daughter would still hug me like so, with her face close to mine, make her eyes crossed, to make me laugh out loud.  While for my son who’s shier, he’d minced his lips and smiled, and, hugged me, and patted my back, and I’d hugged him and patted his back.  As the kids get older, the arms that wrapped around me became, stronger, and stronger.

The prayers before bedtime, it’s another ritual of love we shared.  The whole family reset ourselves back to zero; “Dear heavenly father, we are all your children, we all need your guidance, your help.  Please give us the wisdom every day, the courage, the love so we can face up to the challenges daily, bless us with strength, with peace and safety”.  Sometimes, my kids would say, “Dear heavenly father, there’s an exam soon, I’m really nervous, please help me have more courage, more strengths…………” in the nightly prayers, we’d become, equals, no lectures, no pressures, just being humbled together, lifting our heads toward up high.

The affirmations, the praises we gave one another regularly, it’s also a ritual of love.  When my son was in middle school, his classmates made fun of him, “you moron!  Retard!”, to which he’d responded back, humorously, “Yeah, with the guarantees of wisdom, I’m bound to be able to make a living for myself.”, he’d effectively resolved the badness those classmates’ words might have on him.  I’d told my son often, “I’d found, that you are a kid, with so many good qualities, you have the frugal morals of your grandfather, your father’s punctuality.”, and I’d told my daughter, “You have that flair to do major things in life, you will become, so very capable like your grandmother in the future, even more talented than I!”, the children respected us as their adults, and became fully confident, filled with their own hopes and dreams of their own futures.

Some say, that there’s this space inside our hearts, and only love can fill it up.  If this space is emptied, then, we would feel empty inside, to the point of feeling depressed.  So, I’d thought of some ways, to fill the love into that space inside my own children’s hearts.  In our home, there’s these warming rituals, hmmmmmmmmmmm!  Let’s call it, the “scientific behaviors of expressions of our love”, through the endless rehearsals, turning into this good cycle, filling up all the spaces in our hearts, with love.

And so, growing up in this environment full of positivity, the children are bound to be more optimistic, because the parents not just preached of these values to their own young, they’d, shown the kids, how to perform these behaviors using love too.

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My Children’s Act of Kindness Toward a Stranger on the Bus on Our Trip to Japan

The most beautiful sight of a place is still, the people we encounter on our travels, translated…

As we exited the Hiroshima station of the Shinkansen that day, the afternoon from the previous day, our flight landed, with the rainy fronts, that followed us, all the way here, from Kobe.  But as travelers, we have no right to get upset over the weather, our next stop was the Shukkei-en, and we’d still, alighted the bus, and arrived there.

Different than how quiet the nighttime port of Kobe had been, the noontime station at Hiroshima was rowdy and populated, especially, there were so many faces of, foreigners, as a city, known during the war.  We’d followed the signs to before the bus stop, with already a long line before us, as we alighted, we were lucky to find a double-seat, and I’d, sat my children down.

On the way, not very many passengers got off, but there were people who’d climbed onboard along each and every stop, and, the crowd pushed me away from the seats, as we were about to arrive, I’d found that my daughter had my son on her lap, and the two of them leaned in to the windows and chit-chatted in their whispers, and, on the next seat, here was, a young boy, who’s about my son’s age, with blonde hair, blue eyes.  I’d called out to my children that we’re, getting off, the young boy first looked confused, then, seeing my children get up, he’d understood that they were, getting off, and, sat slanted, to allow them to get out.

As I was about to get off, I’d felt that someone grabbed my arm, I’d lifted my eyes, saw this, Caucasian woman, saying thank you to me repeatedly, as a mother, my instinct told me, that this must be that young boy’s mother.  Her thanks came from how my children, as they were sitting on the crowded bus, seeing that young boy get on, and sat together, and gave the boy a seat, so he won’t have to bump on the ride.  I’d returned her smile with my smile, took my children off the bus.  As I turned around to look, the two of them, mother and son sat by the windows, and waved hard to us, “bye-bye!”, and we’d, called back loudly too, knowing, that they can’t hear a thing on that crowded bus.

The rain still continued drizzling down, but it’d not affected the travelers one bit. The three children from two different countries, squished together in that tight seating space, but, the kindness was so wide.  As we’d headed to the Shukkei-en, it’s said that it was a miniature identical-twin of the sights of Xihu, but in my mind, my children already gave me that amazing scene on the bus ride from Hiroshima.

And so, this is the kindness of children working, and, this is the act of kindness from strangers, the children saw the need of that little boy who’s unsteady on the bus, and, gave a seat to him, and this kindness still doesn’t come from nowhere, it comes from the kids, being taught, and watching and modeling after their adults’ behaviors in their daily lives.

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On the Reusable Plastic Bags

Her actions that “spoke” louder than her, words, setting an example, and her children followed it, translated…

Upon reading the writer, Liu’s “Reusable Plastic Bags”, I’d felt that close connection.

As a consumer, I’d always kept up the habit of recycling the bags.  Especially after a shopping trip to the traditional marketplaces, there would be, so many more plastic bags.  The originally wrapped up items, when we bought them, the owners of the stands still get into the habits of putting that extra shopping bag outside of the items.  In the populated marketplaces, I sometimes didn’t even have time to tell the owner of the stands to not do it, and, the accumulations of the bags, is, unimaginable.

I’d, folded these extra bags up neatly, then, bring it to the markets to a couple of the independent farmers selling the smaller number of produces they’d grown, because the bigger stands had a set standardized operation procedure of things, and disliked the colorful bags, which the independent farmers loved taking in, and it’d felt, that I’m doing something for the environment.

like these…

photo from online

It was originally on my own part, but, it’d, affected my two children.  The first two years my son studied at Chingwha University, he’d stayed in the dorms, until he went on to grad school, then, he’d rented out of school, and, every time he’d come home, he’d, brought me a stack of clean plastic bags, knowing, that giving them to me is much more meaningful, than tossing them out into the trash.

After my daughter graduated, she’d started working in banking, and, being young, she’d, followed the trends of the “168 fasting”, no breakfasts, but I’d still prepared a serving of yogurt for her.  The bags I’d packed the yogurt in, she’d not tossed out, she’d, brought them back, and let me reuse, and that made me realized, that setting an example for my children, is more important the words I used to teach them.

In the means of childrearing, I’d used the “free developmental method”, never lectured them, never too strict with my rules, and, I’d never mentioned to them to “reduce the plastic items”, and yet, they both, did it, by following my lead!

And so, this showed, how children will always pick up their adult counterparts’ behaviors, so, do behave yourselves, parents, because, they’re eyes are watching god, whether or not you know it, and, we all need to be good models for our young, otherwise, this world will go to hell, not that it already hadn’t!

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The Experts: the Psychological Issues Weren’t Resolved, the Primary Suspect May Offend Again

On the male college student who’d endured, police brutality, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The younger generation of a food producing plant, Chang because of a fender bender, beaten the male college student, Song to severely injured, psychiatrists believed, that Chang has records of physical assault, that it may not be related to living under authoritarian parents, or that he was from a single-parent family, the biggest problem lies in that he has poor emotional control, hostility toward others, that there are the hidden negative psychological traits that’s caused him to behave like so; if there’s no resolve to change his lack of emotional control, there’s a high chance that he may well, offend again.

Chang had previous records of traffic violations already, beating on his fellow servicemen; the professor of the counseling department of Changwha Teacher’s College said, there are instances where we may get into conflict with each other, including getting into a wreck with someone, most people will be able to communicate well enough, solve the matter with reasoning.  Chang’s inability to use his words to express, and used his fists and feet, the only way to resolve is by finding the causes of his behaviors, then resolve that cause.

The head of the Changwha Christ Hospital’s Justice Psychiatric Unit, Wang believed, that how the child is disciplined, strict or not, isn’t related to how the person turns into in adulthood, but, if there’s that high pressure environment at home, disciplinarian parenting, lacking in communications, the child will more than likely, duplicate what s/he picked up in childhood, and carry that to interacting with others around her/him.

He told, to see if someone has the risk of violent behaviors, we need to examine if the individual has a history of violence, alcohol or drug addictions, the military is considered a high-tension environment, Chang still behaved violently, and, he suspect that Chang may have antisocial personality traits.

He also believes, that compare to ordinary people, there’s a low rate of violent attacks caused by mental illness, the disciplines of children isn’t reliant solely on the “words”, sometimes, violence IS, violence, not necessarily, psychologically, psychiatrically, related.  Violence has to do with personality traits, the correctional facilities need to intervene professionally with the violent criminals, the medical treatment measures is only part of the equation.

And so, what makes a man violent, his nature or his nurture?  A combination of both?  Or, do we, model the actions of violence, internalize what we watch our adult counterparts do, and then, we act out, and, based off of this case, it’s probably, all of the above!  And it’s still the families’ faults, for not doing RIGHT by their own young, because, the families failed to function right, how the @$#% can you expect the person who came out of this, malfunctioning families, to act right?

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The Students are Copying the Scripts of the Squid Games, Worrying the Parents

Like that research proposal I’d written up for my methods lab???  How the number of hours of violence in the media viewed by the children can, be correlated to their acting up more violently, and now, this is a “proof” of that correlational study I’d, proposed for my methods class, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

To Celebrate Halloween in the Elementary School Years, the Game of “Bloody Bobeep” is Played, “I Blew Your Head Off” Became an Everyday Dialogue Among the Students

The Korean soap, “The Squid Games” became a huge hit in Taiwan, and it’d become, the choice of costumes for young children for Halloween too here; on the eve of Halloween in an elementary school, the school officials dressed themselves up in pink as the killers, with the prop guns, shooting the victims, with school-age children watching them; there were also school instructors who’d noted seeing the elementary school-age children playing the game of “blood bo-beep” during the breaktime at school, using the paper gun they have in their hands, to “blow up” the losers, and, all of these became worrisome to the parents, that violence had, made its way into the school campus, and they’d begun worrying that this might lead to modeling behaviors, and even, violence on the school campuses too.

Uses of Child-Appropriate Materials as a “Cover” for the Games of Murder

“The Squid Games” used the children’s topics to wrap up the games of murder, because of how innovative this idea is, it’d, become trending across the globe, but it’s brought about the effects of modeling behaviors too, there were a lot of cases of teens who’d modeled after the violent storyline and injured others already internationally; some of the U.S. and European schools worried that the students will model after the violent behaviors in the shows, and passed the prohibitions of the attires now.  And now, the “Squid Games” had found its way into the elementary schools here too, “You’re already dead”, “I’d blown you up already!”, etc., etc., etc., became the regular words of exchange that elementary school age children shared.

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in the elementary school here, right ’round, Halloween…photo from online

Children Started Worrying that “Someone I Know Might Get Murdered”

An instructor testified, that there were, a few handful of children who’d watched the programming at home with their own parents, and, took what they saw on T.V. into the games they play in-between the classes, by words of children’s mouths, they’d even started, humming the Chucky theme song, if there were students who’d moved when they weren’t supposed to, then, the other students would pick up the paper guns, and start shooting them down, it’d made her have a ton of headaches over this; there were also careless elementary school instructors who’d played the footages of the show in class, until students went home and told their parents, “I’m so afraid that someone I know will die”, the parents filed a complaint to the school, that was when the school realized, that “something wasn’t, quite right”.

模仿玩「魷魚遊戲」 比利時小學生暴力懲罰同伴|秦綾謙|FOCUS全球新聞 20211011 – YouTube

on how elementary school children in Belgium punished their own peers, from the news here off of YouTube, and yes the link works!!!

While a certain elementary up north on the eve of Halloween, played that game of “bloody bopeep” on the school campus.  The principal was interviewed, and told, that the activities were sponsored by the PTA, hoping to share the times with their own young, and that he’d dressed up as Captain America too, and played the role of the “protector” of the students as well; he’d stated clearly, that at the moment, “I didn’t think this through quite enough”, that he will work hard, to prevent this sort of similar situation from recurring.

The Parents Called Out to the Enforcement of Bringing about Awareness of the Ratings of the Programming

There were the first grade children’s parents who’d told, that they’d not allowed their young to watch “The Squid Games”, but the painting that the young children made was the scenes from the “Bloody Bopeep” and “Jumping Off a Glass Bridge”, and told him that the losers of the game played in school will get “bang-bang, and then, die!”, then, after the victims died, thy will have crosses painted on them, the parent worried that the young will take violence as a norm of life.  He’d believed, that it would be next to impossible to ban the kids from using the internet, that the government should set up the barricades, to set up the ratings accordingly, and to enforce the education on the matter too.

The Department of Education Hoped to Increase the Virtues, the Morale of the Media

Last year, the “Blue Whale Games” with the hidden themes of self-mutilation and exploitation by sexual means, infiltrated into the Taiwanese school campuses, the Department of Education had sent out three separate warnings to get the local government, to let the school note to be careful; and now, the scripts from “The Squid Games” infiltrated into the elementary school campuses, the Department of Education also calls out to the various levels of schools should pay strict attention to the games that are ill-fitted for the developments of young children to play, the animated feature films, the movies, the soaps that are, flowing around school, and enforce the morality of the media, to help the students differentiate between what’s appropriate, and what’s, not.

The C.E.O. from the Parents’ Group League, Peng stated, that the students in the elementary and the middle school years couldn’t differentiate what’s real and what’s fake, that it would take children at least into their high school years to be able to understand what the society is about, and if the parents lead by modeling the goings on in the T.V. programs, then the parents need to reevaluate their own behaviors too; sh4e’d believed, that anything done in school, including play, needed to be in accordance to the morale of education.

And so, this, is the effects of violence in media, on your school age children (still not mine, ‘cuz???  Oh yeah, don’t gone me one!), and, because violence is, everywhere we look, on T.V., on the WWW, on those, billboards you come across from your ways to work, on your drive home from work, etc., etc., etc., it’s impossible, to keep your kids from getting, exposed, and, this situation is just, really bad, because, the parents are still, too god damn, way too, mother @#$%ING (all out of “cuss words” here!) clueless, and, your children are losing their virginities (psychological kind here!), everyday, when they played these violent games at school, under ADULT supervision, because, those teachers aren’t babysitters, they educate your young, and so please, do NOT make their lives, harder, as children are getting a hell of a lot more difficult, to educate by the generations, because they’re all, smarter, smarter, smarter, as you @$#$ING adults are, getting DUMBER still!

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A Cycle of Kindness

Because of the kindness, shown by those graduated, older school members to you, making you, more than willing, to give back to your younger schoolmates too now, this is, an amazing, cycle of help, of kindness that keeps, rolling down, translated…

My son stayed in his room a long time, I’d asked him what he was up to?  He’d told me he will be in a webcam meeting in a bit, to train his younger schoolmates on the techniques of interview.  I’d questioned, that it wasn’t him who’s taking the exams, he’d replied, “back then, my older schoolmates had helped me the same way, of course I am going to help my younger schoolmates now too!”  wow, my son is, really, grown up!  This was, very truth, back then, my son wasn’t, too articulate, a geek too, wanted to become noted in the excellent bunches of students from Jien-Guo High School, not an easy thing.  But gladly, his older schoolmates were, more than willing, to coach him, they’d come back to school to rehearse with him every weekend, and finally, it’d helped my son get into his desired major of medicine.

Of them, the most helpful person was the one who’d, connected my son with his older schoolmates, his homeroom instructor, she’d treated her students like they were her own children, and all the students were, more than, grateful toward her, with a call from her, all of her students would drop everything, and came to her aid.

Especially, the year my son graduated, everybody made the higher grades, and, it’s all on how those graduated students’ willingness to put in the time on their weekends, to share with those younger schoolmates the tips of going into the interviews, to how to prepare the information package to bring to the interviews, etc., etc., etc., and on Memorial Day weekend, they’d, trained them from 8:30 in the morn, to five in the afternoon, to allow the younger schoolmates to get the stance they’d needed, when they are in the interviews, and I was, more than, moved by these, older class members’, giving, there were, a total of twelve students who got into the medical department.

More importantly, these experience of having something offered to them, made these kids know how to give back.  It’s said, that children who are intelligent, were all, selfish, but on my son, and his classmates, I’d, found that, cycle of kindness that, repeated itself.  Because they knew, that they couldn’t get into the universities of their choices, had it not been the older school members’ returning on the weekends to help them prepare, so, they’d, followed in their older school members’ footsteps, returned back every year to help their younger schoolmates, and not only of the same school, my son and his college classmates would also, work together, to help the high school students in the Yunling, Chiayi areas to the highest, the topnotch universities in Taiwan too.

Later I’d asked my son, why did he do this much?  He’d said, that the countryside doesn’t have as much resources as in the cities, if because of their helping out, the kids from the countryside can, have the opportunities to get into the more prestigious universities, wouldn’t that be, amazing?  Hearing this, I’d found, that my son has, grown up, knew to trace to the origins, willing to help others, this would make me happier, than his, making the good grades.

This shows, how the cycle of kindness, can also, snowball, with the previous generations of graduates, coming back to the high school to help the graduating students prepare for their, entrance college interviews, giving them tips, helping them get into the majors of their choices, now, these younger school members, are, paying it forward, because they were, shown the kindness, by the previous generations of graduates, that’s why, they’re now, more than willing, to give back too.

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Sisyphus in the Subways of Paris

The help from unknown strangers, that’s, made this woman and her daughter felt warmed in the hearts, translated…

I’d come to understand how Sisyphus was feeling. As I took two suitcases with the illustrated books, standing by the subways of Paris, faced with the dozens of steps heading upward.

Going against gravity, is already, a challenge in itself, let alone, when I’d needed to, push a huge rock that’s, way oversized, way heavier than my own body weight. And so, Sisyphus kept, pushing uphill continually.

Ahhh! I’m, after all, luckier, than Sisyphus, someone offered to help me out.

A graceful woman with silvery hair, used her wrinkled hands, stated in English, that she wanted to, help me out, and, grabbed my small suitcase to carry. I’d understood, that the moment she’d, lifted it up, she’d, be regretting it, because, it was, filled with books, weighed, just like the rocks.

But, why had, this kind hearted elderly woman offered me the helping hand? Because there was a middle aged man who saw her hauling a suitcase as she’d, stumbled up a staircase, and gave her a helping hand. And, she’d, gone down the steps, emptyhanded, and turned around and saw me with great difficulties, climbing up the steps, she’d, immediately, “paid it forward”, and, lifted up the suitcase, that was, apparently, heavier than she was.

I’d naturally, used my English and French, to tell her thanks, but it wasn’t, necessary, but I still had a bigger suitcase in my arms, and, this “evergreen marathoner” had, surpassed me already.

And yet, this pushing the rocks upward, with me, as the last leg. Or maybe, I hadn’t, found where to put my strength to best use yet, I appeared to be too foolish, and, an onlooker can no longer, take it, another younger, more fashionable woman, entered, into this race of mine, and, took the large suitcase I was handling, away from me.

Ah! What, is in this thing? All her friends, started, dissecting my case with their eyes from the various angles, and finally, they were, able to, lift up, that huge rock, then, lift up the legs, push up the steps; lift up the legs, push up the steps………as for me? With nothing in my hand, I’d, used both English AND French, to cheer my helpers on.

I’m, way luckier, than Sisyphus, the rock didn’t roll back down, as it was about, to reach the heights, and, all of those “competitors” who were involved in this race of mine, stood on the top of the stairs, with tears in the eyes, waved goodbye to me. And, my youthful daughter stood, panting, by her large suitcase, with great confusion, watched, this skit that had, happened in the subways.

The two of us, kept sliding the three large suitcases along in the subway of Paris, and, discussed how incredible our adventures were. As we just turned the corners, holy! Stairs! Stairs! Stairs! It seems, we’d, added, a second show, of the “Trials of Sisyphus”!

And so, from this you can see, how helpful, these strangers were, to this mother-daughter pair, and, without the strangers’ kindness, this mother-daughter pair, would’ve, NEVER been able to, carry their two large suitcases up that first flight of stairs, and yet, after they’d passed this first hurdle, there comes, the next one…but, the kindness of the strangers who’d, offered them a helping hand, can’t ever be forgotten that’s for sure!!!

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When Having Shoes Became a Luxury, Kindness that Flowed Overseas

This, is a TRUE story!!!  Found on the papers, translated…

The English Teacher, Yo-Jen Yang in order to help the Kenyan people with the problems of sand ticks, started in April, he’d used the internet, and initiated the “Old Shoes Save Lives” activities, he’d originally wanted to just have the shoes to fill up a twenty-inch small case, in the end, came four forty-inch large cases of compassion.

The most beautiful scene in Taiwan—compassion, plus, the endless powers of the internet, more than 14,000 pairs of life-saving shoes floated overseas, and arrived in the hands of the Kenyan people, at the end of the month, the second container will be shipped out.

Barefoot, Causing Ulcerated Feet, the Mountainous Regions are in Need of Shoes

Yo-Jen Yang’s Canadian father-in-law is a Christian pastor, and had helped build wells, schools with his church members in the distant mountains in Kenya often.  He’d noticed how the people in the villages didn’t have any shoes, and would step barefoot into the sand and the bud, and the sand ticks could easily get in from the soles of their feet, and, at its best, the infections from the sand ticks can cause the feet to become ulcerated, at its worst, it can take the lives of the individuals who got it, the Kenyans are desperately in need of shoes.

Yang had heard his father-in-law talked about this, and, even IF everybody filled their suitcases up with shoes, there would only be enough room for only one to two hundred pairs at a time, seeing how the children who didn’t get shoes looking so sad, Yang’s heart went out to them.

On April 19 of this year, Yang started the movement of “’Old Shoes, Save Lives” project, wanted to just get about a hundred pairs of shoes donated from the public and then, used a twenty-inch cargo, transfer it to a school in the mountains of Kenya, so the kids could have shoes to go to school in.

He’d Only Set the Cause Up for Four Days, and He’d Managed to Get 14,000,000 Pairs of Shoes Donated

What he didn’t realize was, that in just four short days, he’d managed to get the amount of shoes to fill up a forty-inch large cargo case, and the message was reposted over ten thousand times, a ton of actors, actresses, along with school all joined the cause, even in Japan and Hong Kong, there would be inquiries, “Where do we send the shoes to?” a shoe manufacturer had even driven a truckload of shoes in his inventory to the church.

Yang said, he didn’t imagine the power of the internet, not only in his home and church in Chongli were piled with shoes, even in his brother’s computer repair shop in Taichung, along with the warehouse were all stuffed with shoes, the shoes piled up in the basements from floor to ceiling.  He’d posted that the activities are now, over, that people should not send in more shoes.

But a lot of the online community saw the articles shared, and, there would still be over a hundred of packages, coming from all over.  And, there wasn’t enough space, and so, they’d kept the donated goods in the post offices, but then, the post offices couldn’t manage, and so, he’d piled the donated items outside his shop front.

Yo-Jen Yang, the Person Who’d Started This Cause: I’m Even More Excited Than the Locals

“The compassion of the Taiwanese people are wider and deeper than the Indian Ocean,” Yo-Jen Yang said, that the items were eight times OVER what was expected, and, there were not only shoes, but old clothes, toys, and he’d shipped the items using a 40-inch cargo case, the first shipment of forty thousand pairs of shoes, over seven thousand kilograms worth of clothing, got shipped out this June, and, by September, it had arrived in Kenya.  This year in November, Yang went to Kenya, and saw how a woman who had not had shoes for nine years, wearing the lifesaving pair of shoes, and smiling so very brightly, “I’m even more excited than they all are!”  The second shipment will be sent out before the end of this month.

And so, this, is how fast kindness spread, to overseas, and, all it took was this man’s compassion, empathy toward people in those less fortunate circumstances, and, it also showed, how people would be more than willing to help out, if you ask them to.

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This X-Rated Game We Were Forced to Play

We were forced, to play this X-rated game, that we didn’t even want to be a part of when we were children, but, for survival’s sake, we had, played this X-rated game.

This X-rated game we were forced to play, it was to satisfy his needs (ewwwwwwwwwww, and don’t even!!!), he’d watched his children, FUCK each other silly, and, he’d given his sons tips on fucking his daughters, and, he’d even “demonstrated” to them, how it should be done.

This X-rated game we were forced to play, I will NOT have it anymore, you hear!!!  You come near me, I will SLICE and DICE, and, off, goes your PENISES!  This X-rated game, we were forced to play, we had no choice but to, because he’d threatened to take away his love for us, and, because of how young we once were, we needed his love as kids, and so, we did what we were told, and gotten exposed too young………

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Later on, as I Drove, I’d Modeled After My Dad

See, parents still have GREAT amounts of influence on their children, NO matter how old they (the kids) get, translated…

With a turn, the SUV went into a narrowed alleyway, a white-haired, elderly man, with a hump on his back was slowly, moving in the middle of the path.  The driver couldn’t tell whether the elderly person planned to stay on the left or the right, and so, he’d drove behind the man, slowly, with a large distance between them.  Until other pedestrians discovered this, and reminded this elderly woman to stay to the sidewalks, the vehicle then, slowly, slid right by.

The pedestrians started chatting and giving off commends, “This is an amazing driver, he didn’t use the horns to tell the elderly to move.”  In the backseat, as I’d heard them, I felt real pound, thinking, “It’s my dad who’s driving!”

I had multiple experiences where someone HONKED me and scared the SHIT out of me on the roads.  Sometimes, I’d just made sure, that there was NOT a single car on the roads, but, there could be a car, that moved, so stealthily, to my back, “HONK~~~”, wanting me to move, and that sound, can scare your feet off the grounds that’s for sure.

And, sometimes, anger too, got sparked as well.  Back when we were younger, there were friends who’d SPIT on the windows of the car too.  There was a car that’d shocked my girlfriend, and, she, who’s usually gentle fought back immediately, she’d SLAPPED the trunk of that car hard, screamed out, “What the HELL you honking at!”, and, the sound of the horns, along with the screams of my girlfriend, from her angers, it’d shocked me twofold.  But I understood where she was coming from, after all, if you got honked like that, so many cells would’ve been shocked to death.

My father, whilst he was driving, would NEVER honk behind people’s back like that.  Since I was younger, after couple of decades, even IF he was already running late for work, and rushed to take me to school, he’d driven with such amazing courtesy on the roads.

Even though, showing some kindness on the road is common courtesy, but, it could spare a TON of people from being scared the SHIT out of, it’s an act of kindness, that needed more followers.  So, later, as I’d become the driver, I’d also, taken after my dad.

And so, because you HAD a good example to follow, your father, who’d driven with this sort of a milder manner, and you’d empathized the pedestrians, because someone close to you had been honked at, therefore, you’d be less than likely, to honk at people who’d blocked you.  But, the father’s actions are the biggest influence in this man’s life that’s for sure.

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