Ally 1988
04-17-2003, 08:41 PM
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> A LESSON TO MY SON by A PROUD AMERICAN Irma S. Chambers
>
> The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war.
>
> My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I
> were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and
> defend our country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a
> good explanation.
>
> My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand
> in our front living room window. He told him:
>
> "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"
>
> "I see trees and cars and our neighbors houses." he replied.
>
> "OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the
> United States of America and you are President Bush."
>
> Our son giggled and said "OK."
>
> "Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every
> house and yard on this block is a different country." my husband said.
>
> "OK Dad, I'm pretending."
>
> "Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and see that
> man come out of his house with his wife and he has her by the hair and is
> hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he
> throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death. Their
> children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are crying, they are
> watching this but do nothing because they are kids and afraid of their
> father. You see all of this son....what do you do?"
>
> "Dad?"
>
> "What do you do son?!"
>
> "I call the police, Dad."
>
> "OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations and they take your
> call, listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you
> do then son?!"
>
> "Dad, but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.
>
> "They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or
> your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband
> says.
>
> "But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
>
> "I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you
> to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're
> pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."
>
> "Daddy...he kills them?"
>
> "Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
>
> "Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door
> neighbor to help me stop him." Our son says.
>
> "Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get
> involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him."
> My husband says.
>
> "But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"
>
> "WHAT DO YOU DO SON?"
>
> Our son starts to cry.
>
> "OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask
> for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and
> puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"
>
> "What Daddy?"
>
> "He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her
> door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire
> and
> then....he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the window
> and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!"
>
> "Daddy..."
>
> "WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!"
>
> Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I close the blinds,
> Daddy."
>
> My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him... Why?"
>
> "Because Daddy...the police are supposed to help...people who need
> it...and
> they won't help....You always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP
> neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop him...I'm
> afraid.....I can't do it by myself...Daddy.....I can't look out my window
> and just watch him do all these terrible things and...and.....do
> nothing...so....I'm just going to close the blinds....so I can't see what
> he's doing........and I'm going to pretend that it is not happening."
>
> I start to cry.
>
> My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking
> pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husbands questions and he tells
> him....."Son"
>
> "Yes, Daddy."
>
> "Open the blinds because that man....he's at your front door..."WHAT DO
> YOU DO?!!!!"
>
> My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up
> this tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without
> hesitation
> he says: "I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY
> SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"
>
> I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs my son to his
> chest and hugs him tight, and cries..."It's too late to fight him, he's
> too
> strong and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped
> him BEFORE he killed his wife. You have to do what's right, even if you
> have to do it alone, before......it's too late." my husband whispers.
>
> THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good
> men stand by and let evil happen is the greatest EVIL of all. I believe
> our
> President is doing what is right. We, as a free nation, must understand
> that this war is a war of humanity. WE must remove this evil man from
> power
> so that we can continue to live in a free world where we are not afraid to
> look out our window and see crimes on humanity. So that my nine year
> old son won't grow up in a world where he feels that if he just "closes"
> that blind, the atrocities in the world won't affect him. Today, the
> second
> day of "WAR on IRAQ", I felt compelled to write this and pass it along.
> Hopefully, you will understand the lesson my husband tried to teach our
> son.
>
> "YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT
> ALONE!"
> > >
> > > BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN!
> > > PRAY FOR AND ENCOURAGE OUR PRESIDENT!
> > > PRAY FOR AND ENCOURAGE OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!!
> > > SUPPORT AMERICA...SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE
> > TO
> > > CLOSE
> > > THEIR BLINDS!!!
> >
> A LESSON TO MY SON by A PROUD AMERICAN Irma S. Chambers
>
> The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war.
>
> My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I
> were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and
> defend our country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a
> good explanation.
>
> My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand
> in our front living room window. He told him:
>
> "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"
>
> "I see trees and cars and our neighbors houses." he replied.
>
> "OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the
> United States of America and you are President Bush."
>
> Our son giggled and said "OK."
>
> "Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every
> house and yard on this block is a different country." my husband said.
>
> "OK Dad, I'm pretending."
>
> "Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and see that
> man come out of his house with his wife and he has her by the hair and is
> hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he
> throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death. Their
> children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are crying, they are
> watching this but do nothing because they are kids and afraid of their
> father. You see all of this son....what do you do?"
>
> "Dad?"
>
> "What do you do son?!"
>
> "I call the police, Dad."
>
> "OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations and they take your
> call, listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you
> do then son?!"
>
> "Dad, but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.
>
> "They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or
> your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband
> says.
>
> "But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
>
> "I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you
> to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're
> pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."
>
> "Daddy...he kills them?"
>
> "Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
>
> "Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door
> neighbor to help me stop him." Our son says.
>
> "Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get
> involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him."
> My husband says.
>
> "But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"
>
> "WHAT DO YOU DO SON?"
>
> Our son starts to cry.
>
> "OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask
> for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and
> puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"
>
> "What Daddy?"
>
> "He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her
> door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire
> and
> then....he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the window
> and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!"
>
> "Daddy..."
>
> "WHAT DO YOU DO?!!!"
>
> Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I close the blinds,
> Daddy."
>
> My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him... Why?"
>
> "Because Daddy...the police are supposed to help...people who need
> it...and
> they won't help....You always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP
> neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop him...I'm
> afraid.....I can't do it by myself...Daddy.....I can't look out my window
> and just watch him do all these terrible things and...and.....do
> nothing...so....I'm just going to close the blinds....so I can't see what
> he's doing........and I'm going to pretend that it is not happening."
>
> I start to cry.
>
> My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking
> pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husbands questions and he tells
> him....."Son"
>
> "Yes, Daddy."
>
> "Open the blinds because that man....he's at your front door..."WHAT DO
> YOU DO?!!!!"
>
> My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up
> this tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without
> hesitation
> he says: "I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY
> SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"
>
> I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs my son to his
> chest and hugs him tight, and cries..."It's too late to fight him, he's
> too
> strong and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped
> him BEFORE he killed his wife. You have to do what's right, even if you
> have to do it alone, before......it's too late." my husband whispers.
>
> THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good
> men stand by and let evil happen is the greatest EVIL of all. I believe
> our
> President is doing what is right. We, as a free nation, must understand
> that this war is a war of humanity. WE must remove this evil man from
> power
> so that we can continue to live in a free world where we are not afraid to
> look out our window and see crimes on humanity. So that my nine year
> old son won't grow up in a world where he feels that if he just "closes"
> that blind, the atrocities in the world won't affect him. Today, the
> second
> day of "WAR on IRAQ", I felt compelled to write this and pass it along.
> Hopefully, you will understand the lesson my husband tried to teach our
> son.
>
> "YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT
> ALONE!"
> > >
> > > BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN!
> > > PRAY FOR AND ENCOURAGE OUR PRESIDENT!
> > > PRAY FOR AND ENCOURAGE OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!!
> > > SUPPORT AMERICA...SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE
> > TO
> > > CLOSE
> > > THEIR BLINDS!!!
> >