Mark's Ponderous Posterous

Random thoughts of an anger management patient

Hug a Pediatric Cancer Patient - and Her Family

I am raising money for pediatric cancer research and am asking you for money.  

I am honoring Lauren G., whom I have sponsored since 2008. I'll continue to blog all the way up to the St. Baldrick's ceremony on March 10, but sometimes, other's words are much more effective than my own. Read what's below.  

Isn't this what you would tell a child with cancer?  Or the parents destroyed by worry and grief?

And if you can't, you can help by donating to my St. Baldrick's fundraising drive and helping me to honor Lauren G. and her entire family.

 

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Posted March 4, 2012

The Dark Side of Teenager-Generated Content

I am the father of two young children and I frequently speak with them about bullying.  Schools seem to take it much for seriously than when I was in junior and senior high school.  These days, there are all kinds of acronyms, programs, guidance counselors and other resources designed to reduce or even put an end to one child (or childrens') cruelty to another. Back in the day (which is what middle-aged people like me use as a euphemism for when we were younger), it was a dog-eat-dog world in junior and senior high school, a caste system in which you were to assume your rightful place.  Jocks, nerds, "popular" kids, you name it.  There seemed to be a category for everything. And you had to conform, or else.

And there were the weak.  The kids who got picked on incessantly, and often times, got beat up. That was bad, humiliating and worse yet, that reputation followed kids around high school.  "Hey, Danny got his ass kicked the other day by Chris.  You wouldn't believe it!"  Being a "wimp" was a moniker that followed kids around like a dark shadow that they could not outrun. What sparked my thinking on this was a disturbing Washington Post article, "When school fights land on YouTube." The premise of the article is that one poor kid was on the losing end of a fight, but this one-sided brawl was captured on a cell phone, uploaded to YouTube and garnered the wrong sort of attention:

Two boys are fighting in a Calvert County middle school. A crowd of students laugh and jeer until a teacher arrives to break it up. Later discipline is meted out. But the fight is not nearly over. A video goes up on YouTube — 32 seconds of personal humiliation for the boy who is taking most of the punches. He has often been bullied in middle school, according to his family, and now is shown being hit in the head and side and placed in a headlock. There is no apparent serious injury, and the clip is posted as “Weak People Fighting.” It is uploaded onto Facebook, tweeted, shared and commented on.

Embarrassing or humiliating incidents caught on YouTube are nothing new (ask Giselle Brady, Tom Brady's wife), but this sort of torment takes humiliation to a different level.  One's supposed weakness/"wimpiness" is captured, recorded and spreads virally in the child's community - that in which he has to live, go to school and just survive. The article goes on to state:

The episode Feb. 8 left 14-year-old Darin King feeling too taunted to continue at Windy Hill Middle School in Owings, his family said. For now, he is being home-schooled. “This took it to a whole new level,” said Vicki King. “This was for the world to see.”

I wish I had an answer for this, some strong condemnation coupled with a call to action to keep this thing from happening.  I don't and I don't hold YouTube responsible either. There will be fights for sure, but the humiliation should not go viral.  When YouTube was contacted (by the Washington Post, no less), they pulled down the video.  But the damage was done.  It was shared on Facebook and Twitter as well.

Read the article, but the usual cast of characters (school officials, think tank people, privacy "experts") were interviewed, but the bottom line is this:  it's not right, it takes cruelty and humiliation to a new level at the time at which kids are forming their own sense of self - and having it severely damaged in the process.  It is so, so sad.

When I was a kid, I was in a couple of fights and ended up on the losing end.  But as I watch what happens now when kids film just about anything on their phones, combined with a a teenager's lack of judgment, I have altered my stance on fighting. I may get flamed for this, but I have repeatedly told my son, "Don't ever start a fight, but if you are in one, finish it."  This may encourage violence; it may be Neanderthal "guy speak"; it definitely runs counter to all of the counsel that the school provides.  But I would rather he go down fighting than have to be faced with an "Internet is forever" clip of being humiliated - that will follow him throughout his time in school.

Primitive?  Probably?  Protective? Given every kid with a camera phone, you're damn right.

Mark

Posted March 2, 2012

On Being a Dad and Paving the Path for the Future

I tend to get somewhat reflective on Valentine's Day. I used to hate the holiday and still find myself somewhat rebellious  - it is a somewhat contrived holiday from ancient Italian tradition in which the greeting card companies, florists and chocolate companies tell you you suck unless you give, give, give.

My feelings about the holiday have changed dramatically as my daughter has grown older. I believe, more than anything in the world, that my daughter will marry a man who treats her as I do. If I keep this in mind on a daily basis; truly hold it in my heart and show it with my actions, I will have done all I can to hopefully pave a path of happiness when she finds the right man and walks down the aisle.  I try to tell her that daily she is beautful, wonderful, smart, kind an a gift from heaven. Oh - and give her flowers every St. Valentine's Day.

I can't fix every skinned knee or eventualy broken heart, but it's what I can do to try to pave her path for the future.

So with that in mind, I often think of the song below. It's about a dad watching his daughter walking down the aisle of matrimony, and reflecting that he truly loved her first.

And if you find and read this someday, Pumpkin, your daddy truly did love you first. Now, and forever.

 

On Being a Dad and Paving the Path for the Future

I tend to get somewhat reflective on Valentine's Day. I used to hate the holiday and still find myself somewhat rebellious  - it is a somewhat contrived holiday from ancient Italian tradition in which the greeting card companies, florists and chocolate companies tell you you suck unless you give, give, give.

My feelings about the holiday have changed dramatically as my daughter has grown older. I believe, more than anything in the world, that my daughter will marry a man who treats her as I do. If I keep this in mind on a daily basis; truly hold it in my heart and show it with my actions, I will have done all I can to hopefully pave a path of happiness when she finds the right man and walks down the aisle.  I tell her that she is beautful, wonderful, smart, kind an a gift from heaven.

I can't fix every skinned knee or eventualy broken heart, but it's what I can do to try to pave her path for the future.

So with that in mind, I can't get this song out of my head. It's about a dad watching his daughter walking down the aisle of matrimony, and reflecting that he truly loved her first.

And if you find this someday, Pumpkin, your daddy truly did love you first. Now, and forever.

 

On Being a Dad and Loving Your Daughter

I tend to get somewhat reflective on Valentine's Day. I used to hate the holiday and still find myself somewhat rebellious  - it is a somewhat contrived holiday from ancient Italian tradition in which the greeting card companies, florists and chocolate companies tell you you suck unless you give, give, give.

My feelings about the holiday have changed dramatically as my daughter has grown older. I believe, more than anything in the world, that my daughter will marry a man who treats her as I do. If I keep this in mind on a daily basis; truly hold it in my heart and show it with my actions, I will have done all I can to hopefully pave a path of happiness when she finds the right man and walks down the aisle.  I tell her that she is beautful, wonderful, smart, kind an a gift from heaven.

I can't fix every skinned knee or eventualy broken heart, but it's what I can do to try to pave her path for the future.

So with that in mind, I can't get this song out of my head. It's about a dad watching his daughter walking down the aisle of matrimony, and reflecting that he truly loved her first.

And if you find this someday, Pumpkin, your daddy truly did love you first. Now, and forever.

 

Race Day Tomorrow - and Heart

Tomorrow, Thanksgiving Day, will be the third race that I have run - ever.  Each one carries significance because of the coronary artery disease that could have killed me - that we discovered and treated last year.

I began with a 5k, went to an 8k and tomorrow, am running a 10k.  No problemo, right?

Not so much.

Six weeks ago, I severely sprained and then re-injured my left ankle.  I was forced to stop all activity involving my ankle, which is to say virtually all cardio activity until last Friday.  What's ironic is that the day before I snapped my ankle and fell on my face, I had printed out a six-week training plan that

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would have put me right on target.

The good news is that I have been medically cleared to run the race.  The bad news is that I had six days to prepare, not six weeks.  Just finishing in and of itself could be considered victory, but what's on my mind is a little different. 

I have to wear a brace on my left ankle, which, when I run, hurts like hell.  I will likely exhaust my cardio training at some point before I finish.  And then I will have to rely on my heart.

Not heart as in the one that I need to pump (I felt good about that in the last race), but I will have to see how much HEART I have.  Can I run all the way through without stopping?  Can I gut out the whole thing?  Can I muster the heart to push through everything?  We won't know until about 10:00 tomorrow.  I need this.  I need to, once again, prove that I am a victor, not a victim.

I sure hope that I can have the heart - and the heart - to do it.

Mark

More Disney Pictures

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Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party!

Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party!

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Various Cambridge/Boston pics

Various Cambridge/Boston pics.

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