I worked as a police officer for several years in San Diego. I gave a speech to every person I arrested. I would tell them in one form or another, “Life is about choices and you are at a crossroads in your life.” There were various responses to this. Several people swore, called me bad names and blamed me for their predicament. Some would admit that they were wrong and promise to change their life forever. This was like my own personal sociology experiment…being in the back of an uncomfortable police car on way to County Jail could be a life-changing event. Why did some people blame the police for their choices while others took responsibility for their actions? I was not a mother then. I remember promising myself that I would be a good parent who raised her children to take responsibility for their actions and own their mistakes. Time will tell if I’ve succeeded I guess
In responding to radio calls involving teens or older children, I would give a longer diatribe to those that were willing to listen. I would explain that I, too, had a crossroads moment as a teen. I would explain that I was concerned for their future. I would point out that they were in charge of their life, even if their parents were losers, they were poor, they were depressed or whatever other hang-up they had. Adults have too many excuses. They were still “kids” and could decide to change. Build a bridge and get over it already!
I told them my story and I’m not sure it helped them. I’d like to think it did. I will share “My Crossroads Story” during my next post. I post every Monday. Lindsay posts Wednesday and Mary posts Friday. I would like you to consider what your crossroads story is. Everyone has one!