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 he
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 needs
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.
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 blinds 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! BE PROUD OF OUR
PRESIDENT! BE PROUD
OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA!! SO THAT
IN THE FUTURE
OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS...."
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 he
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 needs
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.
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 blinds 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! BE PROUD OF OUR
PRESIDENT! BE PROUD
OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA!! SO THAT
IN THE FUTURE
OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS...."











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