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>Don't close your blinds
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>Don't close your blinds
>The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why
>we were at war...My husband looked at our son and then
>looked at me. My husband and I were in the Army during
>the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and
>defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband
>would give him a good explanation. My husband thought
>for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in
>our front living room window.
>He said "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"
>"I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses." he
>replied.
>"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our
>yard is the United States of America and you are
>President Bush."
>Our son giggled and said "OK"
>"Now son, I want you to look out the window and
>pretend that every house and yard on this block is a
>different country" my husband said.
>"OK Dad, I'm pretending."
>"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window
>and pretend you see Saddam come out of his house with
>his wife, he has her by the hair and is hitting her.
>You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the
>face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to
>kick her to death. Their children run out and are
>afraid to stop him, they are screaming and crying,
>they are watching this but do nothing because they are
>kids and they are afraid of their father. You see all
>of this, son... what do you do?"
>"Dad?"
>"What do you do son?"
>"I'd call the police, Dad."
>"OK, Pretend that the police are the United Nations.
>They take your call. They listen to what you know and
>saw but they refuse to help. What do you do then son?"
>"Dad..........but the police are suppose to help!" My
>son starts to whine.
>"They don't want to son, because they say that it is
>not their place or your place to get involved and that
>you should stay our of it," my husband says.
>"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
>"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out
>of it. Now I want you to look out that window and
>pretend you see our neighbor who you're pretending is
>Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his
>children."
>"Daddy..he kills them?"
>"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
>"Well, if the police don't help. I will go and ask my
>next door neighbor to help me stop him." our son says.
>"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening
>and refuses to get involved as well. He refuses to
>open the door and help you stop him," my husband says.
>"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"
>"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry.
>"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the
>street saw you ask for help and saw that no one would
>help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out his
>chest. Guess what he does next son?"
>"What Daddy?"
>"He walks across the street to the old ladies house
>and breaks down her door and drags her out, steals all
>her stuff and sets her house on fire and then...he
>kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in
>the window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"
>"Daddy..."
>"WHAT DO YOU DO?" Our son is crying and he looks down
>and whispers, "I'd close the blinds, Daddy."
>My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and
>asks him. "Why?"
>"Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help
>people who needs them...and they won't help....You
>always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP
>neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't
>help me stop him...I'm afraid...I can't do it by
>myself Daddy......I can't look out my window and just
>watch him do all these terrible things and .and...do
>nothing...so...I'm just going to close the blinds...so
>I can't see what he's doing........and I'm going to
>pretend that it is not happening."
>I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old
>son standing in the window, looking pitiful and
>ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and
>he says...
>""Son"
>"Yes, Daddy."
>"Open the blinds because that man...he's at our front
>door..."WHAT DO YOU DO?"
>My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his
>eyes. He balls up his tiny fists and looks his father
>square in the eyes, without hesitation he says: "I
>DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT
>MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD,
>I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"
>I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs
>our son to his chest and hugs him tight, and
>says..."It's too late to fight him, he's too strong
>and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should
>have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his
>children and the old lady across the way. You have to
>do what's right, even if you have to do it alone,
>before its too late." my husband whispers. THAT
>scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with
>IRAQ. When good men stand by and let evil happen son,
>THAT is the greatest atrocities in the world won't
>affect him. "YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS
>RIGHT! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE!" BE PROUD TO
>BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT
>THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR
>CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS..."
>
>
>Don't close your blinds
>The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why
>we were at war...My husband looked at our son and then
>looked at me. My husband and I were in the Army during
>the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and
>defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband
>would give him a good explanation. My husband thought
>for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in
>our front living room window.
>He said "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"
>"I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses." he
>replied.
>"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our
>yard is the United States of America and you are
>President Bush."
>Our son giggled and said "OK"
>"Now son, I want you to look out the window and
>pretend that every house and yard on this block is a
>different country" my husband said.
>"OK Dad, I'm pretending."
>"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window
>and pretend you see Saddam come out of his house with
>his wife, he has her by the hair and is hitting her.
>You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the
>face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to
>kick her to death. Their children run out and are
>afraid to stop him, they are screaming and crying,
>they are watching this but do nothing because they are
>kids and they are afraid of their father. You see all
>of this, son... what do you do?"
>"Dad?"
>"What do you do son?"
>"I'd call the police, Dad."
>"OK, Pretend that the police are the United Nations.
>They take your call. They listen to what you know and
>saw but they refuse to help. What do you do then son?"
>"Dad..........but the police are suppose to help!" My
>son starts to whine.
>"They don't want to son, because they say that it is
>not their place or your place to get involved and that
>you should stay our of it," my husband says.
>"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
>"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out
>of it. Now I want you to look out that window and
>pretend you see our neighbor who you're pretending is
>Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his
>children."
>"Daddy..he kills them?"
>"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
>"Well, if the police don't help. I will go and ask my
>next door neighbor to help me stop him." our son says.
>"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening
>and refuses to get involved as well. He refuses to
>open the door and help you stop him," my husband says.
>"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"
>"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry.
>"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the
>street saw you ask for help and saw that no one would
>help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out his
>chest. Guess what he does next son?"
>"What Daddy?"
>"He walks across the street to the old ladies house
>and breaks down her door and drags her out, steals all
>her stuff and sets her house on fire and then...he
>kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in
>the window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"
>"Daddy..."
>"WHAT DO YOU DO?" Our son is crying and he looks down
>and whispers, "I'd close the blinds, Daddy."
>My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and
>asks him. "Why?"
>"Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help
>people who needs them...and they won't help....You
>always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP
>neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't
>help me stop him...I'm afraid...I can't do it by
>myself Daddy......I can't look out my window and just
>watch him do all these terrible things and .and...do
>nothing...so...I'm just going to close the blinds...so
>I can't see what he's doing........and I'm going to
>pretend that it is not happening."
>I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old
>son standing in the window, looking pitiful and
>ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and
>he says...
>""Son"
>"Yes, Daddy."
>"Open the blinds because that man...he's at our front
>door..."WHAT DO YOU DO?"
>My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his
>eyes. He balls up his tiny fists and looks his father
>square in the eyes, without hesitation he says: "I
>DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT
>MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD,
>I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"
>I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs
>our son to his chest and hugs him tight, and
>says..."It's too late to fight him, he's too strong
>and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should
>have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his
>children and the old lady across the way. You have to
>do what's right, even if you have to do it alone,
>before its too late." my husband whispers. THAT
>scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with
>IRAQ. When good men stand by and let evil happen son,
>THAT is the greatest atrocities in the world won't
>affect him. "YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS
>RIGHT! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE!" BE PROUD TO
>BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT
>THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR
>CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS..."