My son called me after the U of L game to see if I took the car keys with me to work. He was planning to go out and hit the streets like hundreds of other fans due to the win. Yes, I took them on purpose. I knew what the issue was and I knew that the probability of it turning into an issuation was vast, all things considered.
Prevention is the key to most situations. I recognized that my son would probably feel compelled to celebrate, but I also knew that the police would be out heavily. Why would I allow him to jeopardize his job, health, maybe even his life just so he could feel the momentarily joy of being around alot of jubilant fans? Gunshots were fired after the last win. Thank God no one was hurt.
When I said to him, "Son you just may be glad I took the keys." He said, "You took them on purpose. You knew what I was going to do. Thank you! Thank you, Mom. I love you."
He was relieved. Even though there was a huge part of him that wanted to go out and hit the streets, deep down he knew he shouldn't be out there. He was glad I saved him from himself. Made me feel good that I thwarted what could have turned into a bad issuation.
Prevention is the key to issuations. Prevent an issuation today.
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Tuesday, April 9, 2013
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Little did I know when I witnessed him bring his new girlfriend over to confront the old one, that this guy would be dead by the next day. Yeah, he was a drug dealer, but he kept to himself and you could tell he didn't want trouble. Yet, he chose to date trouble and she brought it at every turn.
Too much of a coward to end it with her; he brought a young lady to her home to confront her. It was a shameful act, but one he felt was right to portray. They tried to fight each other, but the mother came out and got in between it.
After his death, it was rumored they had been chasing each other in their cars earlier that Sunday morning. I encountered him as I was preparing to leave my home. He actually spoke so I could hear him, asking me if I was a diabetic. He gave me a line about his mother being very ill and that he needed to help her. It didn't fly with me, but I went in the house as though I was going to assist him. I stayed long enough to give the impression I looked for something. When I returned outside, he was down the street asking a couple if they had a needle.
When he saw me come out, he came back towards me not saying anything but looking at me intently with his begging eyes. I nodded that I did not have anything and go in my car. When I returned, I told my daughter, "Well, I guess the little drug dealer is probably laid up somewhere high."
She came to me about an hour later and told me he had ODed. My soul knew it. He was to frantic that morning. He was seeking and searching out that which helped him end his life. So many think is was suicide and it very well could have been. No matter why, he is gone, done, finished. He can't hurt anyone anymore; not even himself.
Watch how you treat people, especially yourself.
He let his issues turn into a deadly situation.
Too much of a coward to end it with her; he brought a young lady to her home to confront her. It was a shameful act, but one he felt was right to portray. They tried to fight each other, but the mother came out and got in between it.
After his death, it was rumored they had been chasing each other in their cars earlier that Sunday morning. I encountered him as I was preparing to leave my home. He actually spoke so I could hear him, asking me if I was a diabetic. He gave me a line about his mother being very ill and that he needed to help her. It didn't fly with me, but I went in the house as though I was going to assist him. I stayed long enough to give the impression I looked for something. When I returned outside, he was down the street asking a couple if they had a needle.
When he saw me come out, he came back towards me not saying anything but looking at me intently with his begging eyes. I nodded that I did not have anything and go in my car. When I returned, I told my daughter, "Well, I guess the little drug dealer is probably laid up somewhere high."
She came to me about an hour later and told me he had ODed. My soul knew it. He was to frantic that morning. He was seeking and searching out that which helped him end his life. So many think is was suicide and it very well could have been. No matter why, he is gone, done, finished. He can't hurt anyone anymore; not even himself.
Watch how you treat people, especially yourself.
He let his issues turn into a deadly situation.
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