What is the real problem behind the “bullying”

Ok – I try not to blog on negative things (too often); and there is a lot of Facebook that I ignore (in fact, most chain posts I ignore); but I really had to comment on the whole “cyber bullying” and the “bullying” conversations that have been very prevalent over the last couple weeks.

Let me start by saying that when I was 10 years old we moved to a new school system and a new town.  First, I was the new kid at an age that is very sensitive to cliques, second I was a nerd (very smart, but a big dork, horrible sense of humor – that I still have to this day and LOVE!), third, we were pretty poor, so my clothes were never stylish, were often worn or second-hand, and if they were ruined (like a pair of shoes I tried to dry in the dryer once) – I had to wear them anyway.

So I was teased, I was bullied, I was made fun of – I was miserable.  I had no friends. I was bored to death at the monotony and foolishness of the public school system.  I was held back, and rarely encouraged.  I was always in trouble due to my boredom and lack of coping mechanisms.  I came home every day and ate handfuls of devil dogs and Twinkies and tons of other junk that we got from a friend that drove a truck for Little Debbie (once the junk was past the sell-by date, they would just give it away).

So, on top of everything else; i got fat, fast!  Once I was fat, there was even more to torment me about.  My blubber, my girl boobs. My lack of skill in sports, on top of that, my asthma meant I didn’t have a chance to ever be considered “cool enough to hang out with”.  It didn’t get any better either – I wasn’t even invited to a graduation party my eighth grade year.  It was a rainy, dreary afternoon, and I came home and cried – because I had no friends.  I hated school, I was miserable and depressed.

Listen, bullying is not new, it has been around since the world began to turn.  The popular or strong pick on the weak or meek.  You know what I did?  The same thing my father did when he was bullied growing up.  I changed my life in my decisions and in my actions; I worked to change everything about my life that I possibly had control over.  I got a full time job at 14 to help buy my own clothes, I started lifting and lost almost 50 pounds, I found a hobby that would interest me despite having no friends; and in the rare instances where the bullying just would not stop: I took care of the problem myself.  You see – I am no stranger to bullying.

There are two types of people in this world:  the people that feel sorry for themselves and do nothing about it, and the people that get up and work to change their circumstances or their own disposition. 

Now, I completely understand the whole conversation about the immature reasoning skills of these young children, and how they are making tragic choices, and in some cases there may also be a clinical side of the issue as well; and trust me, I have a son who has been miserable since the day he was born, and I worry a lot about him, and we work very hard to make sure he is receiving the help and attention and foundation that he needs, and hope by the grace of God, that he will always temper his choices based on the self-worth we have instilled in him. 

But why all of a sudden do we find so many more young people taking their own lives, Why?  Has bullying become worse now than it was in the past?  Absolutely not!  So what has changed? 

Let’s look at the foundation that builds maturity in our children:  their home.  The family is being destroyed from the outside in, and the inside out.

In the family, the divorce rate that continues to rise, the prevalence and increase of pornography, which destroys the bond between husband and wife.  We have families coming apart at the seams all around the country.  Husbands and wives that are so worried and so pressed on all sides for financial needs that both parents are leaving the home, stressing and struggling to continue to uphold the wealth that they have amassed or want to keep or want to gain.  Children are growing up without the foundation of a healthy family, and the pressures, as they have always been, are still there.

If the pressures inside were not bad enough, the family unit is continuously barraged from the outside as well, as things like homosexuality and the challenge of marriage as it was intended from the beginning of humanity are gaining wide spread acceptance and being forced into the minds and hearts of our country.  The immorality and unfaithfulness, the anger and hatred continues to rise in the home as it is pulled apart.

So what are we to do?  Instead of trying to pass laws against bullying (I mean, how stupid can we get!), instead of trying to build martyrs of these children that have made very poor decisions, how about we, as parents become more in tune with our own children, and more in tune with our own families.  The children that are bullying, likely have deep rooted problems that come from the breakdown in their own home.  The children that are being bullied, need to have a strong family foundation for their growth, coping skills and maturation.  So let’s look to make our homes a place where our children can feel comfortable in their growth and finding themselves.

Outside of the home, why don’t we vote for government officials, and laws that will support real family values and help cultivate the integrity and foundation that children need inside of their families, rather than tear them down and destroy them. 

For the children, let’s stop trying to define them by their faults:  If they are liars, or perpetually stealing, or being spiteful, hateful, or desiring (or struggling with) homosexuality, if they think they are fat, or “ugly”, or “slow”, if the family unit is poor; these things provide all the more reason for children to receive our love and support as they work through them in their childhood. 

Please understand too, that parents should not just be about “letting their kids be who they want to be” – It is possible to direct and steer our children towards healthy lifestyles and choices, but still love them and value them in their humanity.   

In the end, If these children have a solid family foundation, if they know they are loved and appreciated and valued by their family, if they receive careful and dedicated medical help when it is required, no matter their lot in life, no matter how miserable they are in the way they are treated, they will feel comfortable in talking with their parents, and seeking parental advice; and parents who are active and engaged can be there for them to help them work through the hardships of their growing years.

I will not boast or brag about how my situation growing up has positively shaped where I am today, but I can tell you that the bullying that I had to endure made me tougher, more resilient and prepared me for the life that was out there beyond the walls of the school.  I can’t say that I would love to relive it over again, but at this point, I can say: “Thanks for making me who I am today!” and to my parents, who instilled in my the understanding of the value of human life (including my own), “Thanks”, and to the Lighthouse that stands on the hill that has continued to guide me every step of the way – Maranatha!

r/Darth Jedi

Anyone for a conspiracy….

 

Pentagon destroys thousands of copies of Army officer’s memoir

http://articles.cnn.com/2010-09-25/us/books.destroyed_1_national-security-agency-memoir-2nd-edition?_s=PM:US

 

Ok, here’s the deal.  The first I heard of this I said to myself, if they truly believe the information would impact national security, then it must be kept secret… but then I thought why the heck would the Pentagon wait until after the book was published before they pulled the plug on it in such a visible way…  and there I think is the key!

While most people that like a good conspiracy are focusing on “What was removed” – I’m really thinking we should be focusing on “Why did they do it in such a visible way”.

Follow the bouncing ball. 

The writer is an ex-CIA op – probably worked in PsyOps and Counter Intel; wouldn’t it seem plausible that he was in collusion with the Pentagon to write the book, publish the book, and then have the book destroyed and redacted in such a public manner? 

First, it would definitely increase the book sales, but second, and more importantly, it would bring more credence to the information being written in the book. 

So, what if the book is actually a ploy to feed our minds with information that really isn’t true; by doing what they did in such a visible way, they have all but assured that people will buy the book, read the book, believe the book, and spread & speculate on what else may have been “taken out”.

Do we buy it “hook, line and sinker”?

See, I’m either smarter than everyone else, or I’m more paranoid than everyone else!  Either way, it certainly works to fuel the fun of conspiracies!

Now, off to buy the book!  🙂

r/Darth Jedi

There are those days

There are those days

when even the eyelash of the sun

brushing against your face

cannot break through the ice

 

There are those hours

that seem to drag on

and you feel like the

world has abandoned you

and the insignificant whispers

of those who truly care

cannot rise over the dirge of monotony

compounded by the cyclical trepidation of life

 

There are the minutes

That pass by and you wonder

If there is anything in life

Worth pulling you through

Until tomorrow

The chaos, confusion, hopelessness

All seem to pale towards

The future glory that you long for

 

And then there are the

Moments that you must decide

What will control your destiny

You

Or this tiny obscure thread called

Life

 

© 2010 Jediah Logiodice

My bucket list

Im thinking that im a pretty simple guy – there is not much i want to do before i die – and in saying that, all the little things like going to Italy or to Jerusalem are all within my grasp at any time I would want to take the risk – but i suppose my list would be simple for things that are somewhat out of my direct control (although not my sphere of influence):

1. Have a carefree day – just one!
2. See each of my children commit their lives to Christ and persist unwavering
3. Dance with my daughters on their wedding days – and love the man they are marrying
4. See my sons feel they are successful in life and have a healthy God-loving family
5. Live to an old and healthy age still married to and living with the wife of my youth

Not to much to ask for right?

Adoption…

Sometimes it seems (more often than not) it seems like all the time & money & energy is for nothing… We have consistently gone over and beyond getting every single piece of the process done that we had control over as soon as possible; finding the best lawyer there was to offer, making trip after trip out of state, for single pieces of paper, throwing every resource that God has given to us into the battle for our children’s lives & safety…

When I sit back and think about it, I’m really depressed thinking about how I haven’t spent more than a day or so with my family here in Maine on vacation since we started our adoption… every time I take vacation it’s to run to another state to do paperwork, or fly to Haiti… I keep telling myself (because I know it’s true) that when the children come home, it’ll all be worth it.

But we’re going on 9 months into the process… and we’ve been done what we needed to get done (except a couple small papers) since month 3…  and I just found out today that there is a possibility that my upcoming trip to Haiti has a high probability of accomplishing nothing (even though it is taking my final full week of vacation I have available, and going to cost a large sum of money, I don’t technically have).

Sometimes it seems like the harder we try the more that gets put in our way… I can say that so far God has overcome all of our obstacles… and the simple little faith that I have tells me He will continue to do so; for His glory… but why am I still having such a hard time letting go and giving it to Him.

Today i stepped in a tar-pit and I’m sinking fast…

Maine – the way life should(nt) be…

So we drove into Portland last night, from Miami, and Haiti the day before (around 95 degrees and 90% humidity).  We were in shorts and t-Shirts, and we jumped out of the car to get a bite to eat. 

As we were sitting in the restaurant Donovan said to me:  “Papa, when we came back to Maine, there was a sign that said ‘Maine, the way life should be’; but let me tell you, Life shouldn’t be like this, unless you live in Antarctica!”.

Amanda and I couldn’t stop laughing….!

Homestudy…

 
 

It was a very humbling and emotional experience, and one that creates excitement for our future redemption! We felt going in like we were going to be somewhat on trial, everything we’ve ever done, how we’ve done it, and why was going to be examined, and dissected… and yet, the social worker understood that we were human, that we have frailties, but that we love our children, and we strive hard to give them the very best we can – both in love, and direction and in safety and health…

It was amazing how good it felt to have a complete stranger (even one as amazing as Grace turned out to be) feel so confident and be so complimentary on how we’re raising and taking care of our children’s physical and emotional and mental needs, how good it felt for someone that knows families and children to say “You are doing a good job”…

And I pause and think: if it feels so amazing to have someone you don’t even know say “Well done”, to have someone who we don’t know who has the ability to deny us or accept us, to have someone we don’t even know who could judge us, our motives, our intentions, our failures, instead look with an understanding eye and judge our successes and understand our weaknesses; just imagine, that day, someday in the future when the Lord and creator of all will say “well done good and faithful servant”.

Won’t that be wonderful!

 
 

  

Caricature of Mandy

Ok, so I really am, honestly, the worst artist in the world – I know that, I’ve accepted that… but tonight, while using Skype to talk to Amanda in the next room (to her annoyance) – I decided to draw a caricature of her. Now, the funny thing is, I envisioned this skinny lean face with this big round nose – because of the way she was looking into the monitor of the computer screen – her nose looked accentuated – bigger than it normally looks..

 
 

So I grab my pen, and start inking – and this is what I came up with… then I laughed for about 15 minutes – but apparently she didn’t find it as humorous as I did.

 
 

Oh well – not everyone has such a great sense of humor…