2012 Winter Issue 4 (February 3, 2012)
My grandfather never asked for directions. My mother says that was his downfall. Perhaps the ability to slurp down one’s pride and ask for help is part of the lesson here; however, asking directions is precisely what my grandfather was doing when he stepped onto the subway car and the doors closed.
We hadn’t slept for more than two hours. We’d spent the wee hours of the morning on a poorly heated bus back to Dublin, shivering cold and searching for some position comfortable enough to last the four-hour bus ride across misty green patches of grass. At four in the morning we arrived at the equally chilly airport.
Mitt Romney made a curious statement earlier last month, while campaigning for the Republican Nomination for President in New Hampshire. Such spoke the former governor of Massachusetts: “My father (former automobile executive and politician George Romney) had good advice to me. He said never get involved in politics if you have to win an election to pay a mortgage.”
I worry not so much about the current state of laws; my primary concern is for youth development. I, along with most people, was taught the notion that laws are flimsy, and as long as you act with enough stealth, you can get away with breaking them. I fear for the implications of this lesson. It translates directly into school, after all: people cheat.