Life Lesson in 17 Minutes

A chat session between the Kid and me this morning.


8:32 am Kid: High school is in lockdown, teacher said this wasn’t planned. Probably just a drill though, don’t worry.


8:33 am Me: Are the doors locked?


8:37 am Kid: Yes


8:37 am Me: Are you near a window you can escape through?


8:39 am Kid: We’re in the corner but I can get out the window. I’m on the floor where the roof is right outside. I could get through the window and jump down to the patio area.


8:39 am Me: Ok, so you have an escape plan.  Good. Any unusual sounds?


8:41 am Kid: Drill sign hasn’t been given like it’s supposed to during a drill. And it’s been a bit long.


8:42 am Me: How is the teacher reacting?


8:44 am Kid: She’s actually pretty scared. I’m calm though. She said it could be a threatening parent in the office.


8:45 am Me: Does the door have a window in it? Is it possible to break the window and reach in to unlock the door?


8:49 am Kid: Door can be opened from the inside. All clear sign given. No one knew about this. Cops are here.


8:50 am Me: Good job keeping a cool head.


8:50 am Kid: They said it was a realistic drill. 5 cops with cars outside.


8:52 am Me: Always keep a cool head. First thing is to breath deeply to stay calm. Second thing is to figure out your escape route. You did both. Excellent job son.


9:01 am. Kid: Thanks dad.


What he doesn’t know is that at 8:45 I called the police department. No one answered. He also doesn’t know how close I was to heading to the school but I kept a cool head too.


I’m reminded of the Kipling poem, “If”


If…

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—-and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—-nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—-which is more—-you’ll be a Man, my son!
—Rudyard Kipling

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  1. Ymarsakar:

    This was a type of scenario I was thinking of after 9/11, when I was training with Target Focus Training’s methodology.

    I expected there to be more such situations, but for some reason most of them came in a sequence after 2008.

    The media’s complicity in promoting social recognition of mass murderers is doing what the Left likes seeing, which is Jim Jones death cult type dead bodies.

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