Of late, I've been enjoying The Dog Whisperer with Cesar Milan. In it, Cesar visits various people's houses and helps them train their seemingly-out-of-control dogs rather quickly by showing the owners how to exert a calm dominate energy around their dogs. The result is a calm submissive pack. So I'm watching this show, and it suddenly dawns on me how much like parenting this is AND how much like a pack leader my dad was to us kids growing up. Without a doubt, my dad exuded a here-we-go-follow-me kind of energy, and in the midst of his determined leadership, he created a home environment that was safe from the outside world. He did his darndest to protect us from financial fears by working hard at what I think must have been a boring job. I mean, who really dreams of selling insurance when they grow up? His hard work provided a home with working drains and roof without leaks, a private school education, and more than enough clothes and food for us kids. He and my mom inte
Where can a man be sick anymore? Where can he sneeze And wipe his nose on his sleeve If all the sick are sentenced indoors? Where can a man be ill these days? Where can he turn green And heave the poison within If our goal is to evade his malaise? Where can a man be afraid in these parts? Where can he speak out His symptoms and doubts If his thoughts threaten friends weak at heart? Where can a man be a sinner anymore? Where can he complain, Snivel, rage or be ashamed If all on this earth are thusly sore? Where have the desperate gone before now, Where blindness and sin Are not new to him And mistakes, faults, and tears he allows? Where have the hurt found relief in the past? Where did the blind fall And the sinners all crawl To find answers to all they have asked?