Sadly I doubt I could have done anything like this.

He Found His Daughter Lying Naked Next To Her Boyfriend. THIS Is What He Did About It.

 After this father found his 17-year-old daughter sleeping naked on the couch next to her boyfriend, his reaction totally surprised me. Most fathers would give her the grounding of her life—and the boy would never be seen again. However, this awesome dad shows that sometimes you have to take a different tactic with your children.
He Found His Daughter Lying Naked Next To Her Boyfriend. THIS Is What He Did About It.

“(English is not my native language, please be kind)
One morning I came down the stairs, seeing this exact scene – my 17 year old daughter with a young man, asleep after what must have been a night of ‘hard labor’. I very quietly made breakfast, went back upstairs and told my wife, son and other (youngest) daughter to be very quiet because people were still asleep. Our dinner table is on the other side of the room, about 20 feet from the couch but right in front of it. We all sat down and I yelled ‘YOUNG MAN’ – never ever have I seen someone wake up and move from horizontal to vertical that fast. ‘Breakfast is ready!’ I said with a tone as if I gladly would suck his soul out of his body. I pulled out the chair beside me. ‘Sit!’ my family was silent, staring at their plates, not even twitching.

It must have been the hardest 20 feet for a butt naked youngster to cross. After he put on his clothes, which lay beside the dinner table, he sat down. My son (6’4″) patted him on the shoulder, looked him in the eyes, sighed and shook his head. By now he was really, really nervous. You could almost smell it. In my best Russian accent: ‘My friend, I’m going ask you a question. The answer you give is very important…for you.’ At this point he was sweating.

‘Do you like cats?’

He was a very likeable and friendly guy. Clearly uneducated but not dumb. There was something odd about him. My daughter assured me he was a very nice and attentive guy. She knew him for about a month by then. He came by every day since that morning, never stayed overnight though.

Every morning he came to pick her up for school on his bicycle, brought her home after, and made sure she did her homework. He looked after her when she was sick and we were at work. He invested time end effort. He had the patience of an angel when she had one of her terrible moods.

He said he had no family, no education, no steady job. She adores him. He adores her. Who am I to prevent her from learning from her own mistakes?

After this had been going on for about 8 months my son came to me. He had been asking around about him. It turns out the guy was homeless. His abusive father killed himself. His mother, a crackhead, took off three weeks after that. They lived in a rented trailer. He was 15 then and survived for three years on the streets – sleeping in parks, at the Salvation Army, with ‘friends’, and cheap hotels. He worked construction jobs.

Now, there I was. I knew a young man, 18 or 19 years old, who was polite and comes in smiling, who leaves smiling, who cares, who helps, no need to ask — who makes my child happy. This is a kid who never had a chance to be a kid.

Sometimes when he does not come over because he has a job, we miss him. They are not buddies, but my son gets along with him very well. My youngest daughter trusts him unconditionally and my wife’s motherly instinct seems to have expanded. And me? I sometimes worry for him. I want him to be happy.

I told my wife and youngest daughter what I learned about him. They cried. I had a hard time telling them. I was disappointed in my oldest daughter. She knew. She should have told us. She loves him and lets him leave every night to go…where?

The next day I gave him a key of our house. I told him I expected him home every night. Home. In the next few weeks we fixed our spare room and took him shopping for furniture. He was quite good at making things. He wanted to be his own boss, he liked building things. We saw to it that he got an education which enabled him to do just that.

That was in 2000. Now, 15 years later, my found son and my daughter have a thriving business. They gave us our three beautiful grandchildren.”

375 miles

Nina and I took off at 8:30 this morning and headed north. After a quick breakfast stop in Vegas, we hit I-25 to Raton. Our main destination was the Sugarite Canyon State Park.  As you can see, we made it there. This is all part of the Santa Fe Harley-Davidson State Park Challenge that we’ve been playing. I believe this is our 10th state park. Only 23 or so to go.

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What a nice ride we had getting here. Still in NM and we have Colorado like scenery.
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She could replace Vanna White.
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See, Nina is still alive and with me!
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Not sure why people do selfies, they seldom seem to be flattering. I guess this one is the exception.

Leaving Sugarite, we headed south to Folsom, a reputed ghost town. It turns out that it’s not a total ghost. It was worth the trip to see it and the route had some beautiful scenery. While Folsom has non-ghost types living there, as you can see, it’s pretty much a ghost town. Very quaint place though.

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We finally arrived home about 4:00. It was a nice ride and other than a bee sting received by Nina during the ride, it went smoothly. No rain, not too hot, and not too cool. Good day.

Stuff

  • Did not sleep well again.
  • Did get my gun and mag yesterday. For some reason they felt the need to remove my grips and they stripped the grip bushings on both sides, the top ones on each side.
  • Ordered new bushings.
  • While the gun is naked, I gave it a bath and oiled the crap outta it. Smooth as silk.
  • HOG meeting today.
  • Met with the Motor Maids at the dealership yesterday. They are coming out en mass in July. 300 women on bikes wearing white leather and white gloves. It should be a sight to see. We’ll take them on rides of the area.
  • While I was bushing shopping yesterday, I saw a really neat coach gun. Double barreled 20 gauge. Nice short shotgun, easily maneuverable in tight spaces. Might need to consider that as a Christmas present for myself. I would prefer one with external hammers, but they seem to be made by the crappy manufacturers only. Prefer quality.
  • Hope to ride today.

Good news and no haircuts

Well, I’m sure the haircuts are top in your concerns in this posting so I won’t leave you hanging. We did not get our haircuts yesterday. Cynthia was a no show. We waited for 15 minutes and then we both headed home. I’m still a bit shaggy.

The good news is that I get my 1911 back today! I could have had it back already, but the release didn’t include the magazine. You may be thinking “big deal, it’s only a magazine, buy another” but that won’t work in this case. The magazine in question is a Devel mag and they are now very scarce. The manufacturer was either murdered or committed suicide (depends who you believe) and the patent fell into limbo.  Anyway, that’s all sorted out and I get the gun and mag, but no bullets. I may have a few rounds that I can put into the gun if needed.

The gun will be put into retirement and I will only shoot it for recreational purposes. That gun is slated to be given to Andy when I am ready and I won’t place it in risk again. It will reside in my gun safe until it becomes his. I’ve owned it for 43 years and I hope Andy enjoys it as long.

Well, there’s a HOG meeting tomorrow at 10:00 at the dealership. Only 3 more for the year before we have new people involved for 2016. I believe that I will retain my position since everyone tells me I make the newsletter fun to read.

For those that care, Levy made it to Guatemala and I got a postcard and email from that little fucker this week. I think I need to kill him.

May ride today, but it is cloudy. I will make that decision once I’m ready to leave.

I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.