The easiest things are always the hardest to say, an idea that seemed great and fresh in your mind often seems to disappear the split second we stop focusing on it. Such is life, we loose focus from time to time, and as a result, everything can go to shit on you in a New York Minute.
Point in question:
This evening I rang in St. Patty's day with my closest friend in the world Steve. Since Steve will be a reoccuring topic in my thoughts, I will let you know a little bit about him. He is a young man, but one that I feel is troubled by his own emotions, and a family that I feel could be more supportive of him.
From an early age, Steve being the only boy in his family, has often been shelved in pursuit of the intrests of his sisters. Steve has two sisters, One we will call J and one we will call K, J is a well meaning but misguided girl, she pushes herself hard to acheive her goals, but at the tip of her hat, she will abandon those ideas that make her strong and give into the excess so often demonstrated by people of her age. Be it drinking or non-stop partying with her friends, she has a tendency to fail just as much as she succeeds. Now K on the other hand is an enigma, she is obviously bright, but seeks to be the center of attention in whatever or wherever she happens to be. Perhaps it's her background as a dancer and actress, her friends (all of which I cannot stand) are exactly like her, self centered and unable to see the forest from the trees.
K is the favorite of the family. Steves parents we will call the Mom and Pop for the purpose of this rant, are hipsters, they are very wonderful and social people, who raised children to in theory, make thier own responsible descisions. They have since Steve was an infant, travel all over the country for leisure, leaving steve in the care of grandparents and upon high school, his older sister. When this became common place, the parties began.
And this my friend is where I was tonight. Steves two sisters throw parties in which hundreds of people come to thier home, drink themselves senseless, and then proceed to trash or loot the place until the wee hours of the morning, until the place is cleaned up and the story is generated as to how valuable statutes or other items either disappeared or were found destroyed on the front lawn.
Steves parents trust his younger sister completely, this is the most misplaced and misguided trust I have ever layed eyes on. I have been blessed to live with a family who prides itself on a key point of my studies, the distant closeness. While they support me and my descisions, they still remain close, and when they want to, descend on my life like buzzards on a carcass, on the other hand, Steves parents are just the opposite.
They put so much trust in thier chidren that when a $35,000 dollar statue was destroyed on thier front lawn, their daughter, K a misguided youth one step shy of becoming a full blown alcoholic, wasn't even reprimaned, when she gave a story to it's demise, that was utter bullshit, and later admitted to throwing a party in thier house.
Tonight, Steve's parents were in Florida, and K decided to throw a party in the old family basement. Some of my former co-workers from the video store where I used to work were present, and I attended purely to visit them. I often regret leaving them behind, I recently started a wonderful job with a prominent Chicago suburban police department, the time constraints of which forced me to leave. They as I will probably go into detail later, are some of the most wonderful people, I believe that are left on this planet. But I digress, the party went fine until Steve came to see me with a distressing situation. Steve wanted a friend of his sisters kicked out of his house based on the grounds that he had just witnessed said gentleman, and I use this work lightly, commiting a sex act with his girlfriend in public. This would not stand in my house, and thierfore not in steves so I gathered a posse of some of my usually heavies, including steve and got to work.
Now the man in question was a miserable little shit, filled with courage from his beer balls, and was quickly defended by his cousin, whom was an even bigger dipshit. These two lowlifes had the audacity to insult steve in his own house, and threatened to "kick his ass" now when one guy and his shit cousin, both of which were four sheets PAST the wind, claim to be able to tango with five guys all of whom are sober, and like me, more than able to handle themselves. However when the situation looked like it was going to turn ugly, I backed down and got ready to call in the troops. As a cop, I have no qualms with defending myself in a fight, espically because any asshole who decides to tango with me, is assaulting a officer of the law, and in turn faces jail time, however when the subject is an intoxicated juvenile, the paperwork that would result is double the size of the yellow pages. I left the basement with the promise to steve that if the situation wasn't resolved in two minutes, I was prepared to call in some of the finest that Orland Park had to offer, and in doing so would result in the narcs meeting thier quota for the month. Now this is the last thing steve would want, because he still inspite of the fact shes a total screwup, respects and loves his sister even though she is the cause of the greatest stress in his life.
So I waited until he gave me the all clear and drove home. Now all the way home, I was bitching to myself that I didnt step in, no one has the right to disrespect you in your own home like those two did, but at the same time, I dont want to be the hard ass cop that beat up a druken teenager. I think this was a test for both steve and I, in the sense that steve learned that his sister and her friends are out of control and he cannot trust them any longer to be responsible in his house, and for me, that when I am thinking I should be sticking up for the man who has been to hell and back for me, I should do it, and throw caution to the wind, because the fear of paperwork is a pitance compared to saving face with a man whom I trust with my life, and expect to do the same with me.
The moral of this story is that in life we cannot hesitate to make descisions that impact the lives of those close to us. In situations like these, we must stand up for what we believe in and more importantly who we believe in, and if anyone or anything is going to question, challenge, or seek to destroy or take those things away from us, we must be ready to do things we dont enjoy for the greater good.
I hope you all have gathered something from this, and be assured that thier is more to come.
Point in question:
This evening I rang in St. Patty's day with my closest friend in the world Steve. Since Steve will be a reoccuring topic in my thoughts, I will let you know a little bit about him. He is a young man, but one that I feel is troubled by his own emotions, and a family that I feel could be more supportive of him.
From an early age, Steve being the only boy in his family, has often been shelved in pursuit of the intrests of his sisters. Steve has two sisters, One we will call J and one we will call K, J is a well meaning but misguided girl, she pushes herself hard to acheive her goals, but at the tip of her hat, she will abandon those ideas that make her strong and give into the excess so often demonstrated by people of her age. Be it drinking or non-stop partying with her friends, she has a tendency to fail just as much as she succeeds. Now K on the other hand is an enigma, she is obviously bright, but seeks to be the center of attention in whatever or wherever she happens to be. Perhaps it's her background as a dancer and actress, her friends (all of which I cannot stand) are exactly like her, self centered and unable to see the forest from the trees.
K is the favorite of the family. Steves parents we will call the Mom and Pop for the purpose of this rant, are hipsters, they are very wonderful and social people, who raised children to in theory, make thier own responsible descisions. They have since Steve was an infant, travel all over the country for leisure, leaving steve in the care of grandparents and upon high school, his older sister. When this became common place, the parties began.
And this my friend is where I was tonight. Steves two sisters throw parties in which hundreds of people come to thier home, drink themselves senseless, and then proceed to trash or loot the place until the wee hours of the morning, until the place is cleaned up and the story is generated as to how valuable statutes or other items either disappeared or were found destroyed on the front lawn.
Steves parents trust his younger sister completely, this is the most misplaced and misguided trust I have ever layed eyes on. I have been blessed to live with a family who prides itself on a key point of my studies, the distant closeness. While they support me and my descisions, they still remain close, and when they want to, descend on my life like buzzards on a carcass, on the other hand, Steves parents are just the opposite.
They put so much trust in thier chidren that when a $35,000 dollar statue was destroyed on thier front lawn, their daughter, K a misguided youth one step shy of becoming a full blown alcoholic, wasn't even reprimaned, when she gave a story to it's demise, that was utter bullshit, and later admitted to throwing a party in thier house.
Tonight, Steve's parents were in Florida, and K decided to throw a party in the old family basement. Some of my former co-workers from the video store where I used to work were present, and I attended purely to visit them. I often regret leaving them behind, I recently started a wonderful job with a prominent Chicago suburban police department, the time constraints of which forced me to leave. They as I will probably go into detail later, are some of the most wonderful people, I believe that are left on this planet. But I digress, the party went fine until Steve came to see me with a distressing situation. Steve wanted a friend of his sisters kicked out of his house based on the grounds that he had just witnessed said gentleman, and I use this work lightly, commiting a sex act with his girlfriend in public. This would not stand in my house, and thierfore not in steves so I gathered a posse of some of my usually heavies, including steve and got to work.
Now the man in question was a miserable little shit, filled with courage from his beer balls, and was quickly defended by his cousin, whom was an even bigger dipshit. These two lowlifes had the audacity to insult steve in his own house, and threatened to "kick his ass" now when one guy and his shit cousin, both of which were four sheets PAST the wind, claim to be able to tango with five guys all of whom are sober, and like me, more than able to handle themselves. However when the situation looked like it was going to turn ugly, I backed down and got ready to call in the troops. As a cop, I have no qualms with defending myself in a fight, espically because any asshole who decides to tango with me, is assaulting a officer of the law, and in turn faces jail time, however when the subject is an intoxicated juvenile, the paperwork that would result is double the size of the yellow pages. I left the basement with the promise to steve that if the situation wasn't resolved in two minutes, I was prepared to call in some of the finest that Orland Park had to offer, and in doing so would result in the narcs meeting thier quota for the month. Now this is the last thing steve would want, because he still inspite of the fact shes a total screwup, respects and loves his sister even though she is the cause of the greatest stress in his life.
So I waited until he gave me the all clear and drove home. Now all the way home, I was bitching to myself that I didnt step in, no one has the right to disrespect you in your own home like those two did, but at the same time, I dont want to be the hard ass cop that beat up a druken teenager. I think this was a test for both steve and I, in the sense that steve learned that his sister and her friends are out of control and he cannot trust them any longer to be responsible in his house, and for me, that when I am thinking I should be sticking up for the man who has been to hell and back for me, I should do it, and throw caution to the wind, because the fear of paperwork is a pitance compared to saving face with a man whom I trust with my life, and expect to do the same with me.
The moral of this story is that in life we cannot hesitate to make descisions that impact the lives of those close to us. In situations like these, we must stand up for what we believe in and more importantly who we believe in, and if anyone or anything is going to question, challenge, or seek to destroy or take those things away from us, we must be ready to do things we dont enjoy for the greater good.
I hope you all have gathered something from this, and be assured that thier is more to come.
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