Youngest's competitive soccer team is comprised of a bunch of really good kids, and maybe one or two little shitheads. Overall, though, a great ratio of good kids to bad kids. [Oh, sorry, no kid is "bad" nowadays, you say? Excuse me whilst I laugh uncontrollably.]
This being competitive soccer, there are quite a few competitive parents in the mix. The ratio of parents who cheer their kids on to those who coach their kid -- and others' kids -- from the sidelines or scream uncontrollably isn't such a good ratio. Partly that's because the cheering parents can get drowned out by the others. And partly because one of the fathers is a wife-beating, child-beating horrid man.
Horrid. Several of us have nearly firsthand knowledge of the wife-beating and child-beating charge. The rest of us hear him shouting at his sons when they make a mistake. On more than one occasion, he has pushed a son to tears.
So even those without firsthand knowledge of his brutality in the home (and when he thinks there are no witnesses) should have a damn good idea of what a horrible man he is based on his actions on the sidelines of the soccer field.
Oh, a few might just want to act like it's not their problem or it's none of their business or he can just get a little over the top sometimes.
They are fools. They are the fools who hold conversations with him, who greet him when they see him, who talk of having a drink later. I don't see how they do it.
I do not ever greet him. I do not ever look at him except to glare in utter contempt. Were he to approach a group of people of which I were a part of -- which he never does because he understands how much I despise him and I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual -- I would walk away from the group. I would not make space to enable his inclusion.
He is the poster child for all that is right with public shunning. I say he underscores the need for such a retro action.
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