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You can
make life heaven or you can make
life hell. It
is up to you.{or in the case of the Chinese you can make Tibetans life
hell. "These thrust Tibetans into such depths of suffering and hardship that
they literally experienced hell on earth." - Dalai Lama speaking of the harsh
conditions imposed by the Chinese on the Tibetans. Dad was all about
capitulation - if someone had a gun and wanted to rape you - you let them.
Personally I would just as soon be dead as capitulate. Capitulation does no
good - they will kill you anyhow - think Last House on the
Left.}
-William Kenneth Turner, dad
I
remember that my father was absent
more than he was home.
My remember my father leaving for
work at his office.
He was off to
work, business, to provide for us. When he was
home, he revealed little about who he was, although we heard in conversations
between my mother and him quite a bit about what he did.
My father was
self-employed. He was a Real Estate Broker. He was always overseeing some
near-catastrophe, real or imagined, lest clients be unhappy for a single
moment. The center of his attention was
his business, as it was his grandfather's.
Waiting for Dad to come home
had an air of expectation. Did he have a
good day? Or a bad one? Was there some crisis left at the office
that would cast a shadow over
the night? Because even if Dad wasn't
outright angry about
work, even if he didn't take it out on his
family as mine sometimes did, if Dad had a
bad or unproductive
day, we had to be regardful of it.
Making all those people happy, my
father was rarely around for. We never wanted for anything material.
All I wanted growing up was more of his time. What I typically got was his
anger and his
frustration.
It always
felt like I was at fault.
He
simply did not know how to interact with
his children.
Had Dad had a good
day or a bad day?
Had he won at the horse races?
If Dad had a
bad day,
I intuitively backed off and kept my
distance until the coast was clear. If Dad had a good day I
could greet him and share some happy news.
Many times when Dad pulled into the driveway
with him came a sense of trepidation, even
fear.
Sometimes I was relieved
when he had to work late again - relieved at
not having to walk around on tiptoe and whisper to give Dad a break after his
hard day. It was just easier not to be
on guard.
My father knew no
"normal" office hours. Nor have I. You could find him at his desk at 9:30 at
night and at 7:00 the next
morning. I
knew that he worked incredibly hard. He
sacrificed himself for us. He was
largely anonymous, but
loved for what he provided for us.
The hypocrisy of
working all the time to be able to enjoy
life may be obvious to some, but not to all of
us.
In our house, we were made aware, intentionally or not, of how privileged
and truly fortunate we were to have the home we had, the clothes we wore and to
live the
way we lived.
I felt every
effort and the energy my father expended to provide for us. I don't
believe my parents, at the time, were
aware of how intensely they were
transmitting this value to us.
My
father mistook his job for a life. My parents
would so often discuss work at dinner, during a
drive to visit relatives, or even on
vacations which, at times were cut short.
In our house the
work ethic
observed night and
day.
We
subconsciously absorbed a crucial
equation: Virtue =
Work
Dad's life was really all about
work. Dad was his work. Dad was not Dad unless he was away, on the
phone, showing real estate or at the office negotiating contracts. Dad was to
be admired; he worked so hard. My father's
obsession with
work I emulated. I admired my father's
work ethic
and desperately wanted his approval.
Like it or not, I became a
facsimile of my father.
Children learn
a great deal by observation, mimicking the
behaviors of their parents
and adults they admire. Children learn that being busy indicates
work, which is virtuous. I wanted to be
loved, to be seen as
virtuous, so I copied some of my dad's
behaviors.
I got
busy. My schoolwork showed that I was busy.
Before I hit puberty all I
wanted was to be the best boy in the whole world. I set out to prove I could
be. I would have to be the most "productive." I cleaned his office and
delivered his brochures regularly to every house in the city.
Later I
was busy being away from home. I wanted to be away all
day, every
day. To escape never ending "duty".
Still later I
thought about how my father would
respect me for
working myself to death. And set
out to do so.
I had no idea what
this work ethic would cost me both
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