Real Discipline
We were gathered in my kitchen, us happy women, away from our normal duties to have some wine, dinner, and discuss our book. The conversation was light and bursts of laughter punctuated the low roar of fun and conversation. The verdict was that the last book was the pits. No one liked it, the main character was evil and depressing, and the author was too verbose. This smiling lady standing next to me had missed the last book club and spoke her mind to me: "I felt so sorry for this man." This had not been the general opinion at the last meeting. Most of us hated him. I waited for her to go on. "I just wonder what he would have been like if his parents had cared enough to discipline him." (This man was a ruthless killer and manipulator and seemed to have no remorse for his actions.) Hmmm...an interesting thought. "I mean, he was such a creative, talented person, but his parents put absolutely no limits on him. They just didn't care." She then we...