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09/15/2016
Dr. Laura:
When I was a kid, my brother and I knew a "mean" lady, because she never liked us playing football on the grass across the street from her home, and she complained to our parents about it. So we threw an egg at her house.
My dad was not pleased with our behavior. Even though it's now FORTY years later, I'll never forget the lesson we learned, because he accompanied us as we went to the woman's house to apologize. He stood sternly behind us as we knocked on her door.
Needless to say, we never did anything like that again, and as an adult, I realize what a great father we had, because he made us take responsibility for our actions.
Giselle
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