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REAL LIFE STORY FROM MY DOCTOR [ part 1 ] If you’ve read ‘Daddy, I’m Sorry’ you know I trade the commodities market from my home. Now that all the kids are old enough and I don’t have to be around all the time, I decided to helped a friend that ran a private security firm. He placed at a sensitive government agency in a position wherein if I caught you trespassing, you'd be in more trouble than I'd be for shooting you. Any way, I suffered an injury that required weekly visits to the doctor. Dr. F was my doctor, she's a 28 year old blonde and is cute, and, unfortunately for me, married. After seven weeks we were on good terms, I'd regale her with stories and she'd listen with rapt attention. Every Monday morning at 9:00am, we'd meet in one of the examination rooms and we'd talk.This day, the eighth visit, I was tired as I didn't get any sleep while working the 12 hour shift from the night before. Normally I go to work at 1800 (6:00pm) on Sunday and get off on Monday 0600 (6:00am). She asked how I was feeling and I told her I was tired. She asked why? I told her about another supervisor that talks to me all night. I explained to her that this supervisor was a degreed person but his grasp of history and was woefully inadequate. We'd talk all night about the civil war or WWII or whatever he had an interest in that day. I expressed my concern that an Ivy League College graduate should be so deficient in his education. After all I attended a junior college and didn't even finish but he had a high-class degree but didn't know that Wilson was the president during WWI. This discourse went from the lack of knowledge, to why schools have deteriorated to such dismal levels. Eventually the discussion finally came to discipline, both in school and in the home. She admitted that her father, who owned a plumbing supply company, had a belt that scared the hell out of her. She'd do what she was told for fear of him taking that belt off and swinging it at her. She went on to explain that she saw him beat her brothers and older sister and she vowed never to do anything to earn herself a whipping. I said, "Sure, discipline hurts whether self discipline or enforced discipline, it hurts." She gave me a quizzical look and I proceeded. "Let's look at this scenario. Let’s say that it's the Friday night before mid-term exams. You should be home studying but there is a party. All the important people from school will be there.The question is, do you deprive yourself fun, which hurts. Or do you go to the party, sacrifice grades and incur your parents wrath, which can really hurt." I looked her in the eye and said, "Don't you think you should thank him?" She looked at me with wide eyes and exclaimed;" What! " I said;" It's that belt that made you a doctor, today, correct?” She was looking at her lap and gave a small nod. "Then shouldn't you thank him?" Her eyes got misty and in a voice of a small girl quietly said ,"Yes" With that she got up, patted my shoulder and said, "I'll see you next week." |