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If there's anything
I've inherited from my mom I would say it's the Pride gene. I've looked back
over the years and I've taken it to ridiculous lengths. What other idiot would
be soooooooo broke, have no food, no money to catch the train and refuse to ask
his uncle right down the block for some change until payday. ME!!!...it cracks
me up now when I think of it, but time hasn't taught me anything. I would still
do the same thing today. It's a beautiful thing to have pride, but too
much when you know that you have friends/family willing to come to you
assistance is a bit much. There's nothing I hate more than this welfare
system we have in
Raising a child
boy/girl is tantamount to being blind. You just hope that somewhere along the
line what you’ve tried to impart to them sticks and that lost look can only be
a act, but I think not. I wish
somehow you could fast forward their lives and let them see the error of their
ways, but the truth of the matter of is it wouldn’t help one fucking bit. When
is enough, enough? It’s a rhetorical question that has only one answer. Every
parent knows what that answer should be even though we sometimes wish to choose
the other door and run for the hills. So it is….