Discipline as well as its parent, respect, cannot be taught. They can only be learned.
April 22, 2020
A subscriber on GaryNorth.com queried for potential solutions to an immediate skill development problem for his young-adult son:
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My unmarried sister has gifted my 17 year old son $1500 in a Schwab account of which I am custodian. I’d like this to be a learning experience for him but I’m in the dark as to how to proceed. My son has inherited from me a lack of self-discipline in financial matters as well as propensity for poor judgements regarding the future. He understands that he is not to touch the money for 5 years, so there’s a little time to work with. I’m not so much concerned with great returns as maximizing the growth of his character & life skills. Any suggestions will be appreciated. Thanks.From https://www.garynorth.com/members/forum/openthread.cfm?forum=1&ThreadID=280337#280337 (Website subscription required.)
…whether the mess belongs to the subject, or to someone else (or a combination) is unknown, and really doesn’t matter;
Last updated on April 22nd, 2020 at 04:01 pm
March 11, 2020
Some fifty years ago
(this summer), “Harry” was confronted with the dilemma of either
immediately upsetting his peers resulting in their extreme (and immediate)
disapproval of “Harry,” or requiring them to put their lives at very
real risk by immediately intervening in a hazardous undertaking.
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The ghosts of his past pursued him down through the decades of his life. In truth, they were always just behind him, pursuing him, from before the great adventure, which for a time only served to obscure their presence.
Last updated on October 4th, 2020 at 04:17 pm
Originally posted January 9, 2017.
Dedicated to “Chris.”
The good news is that the pain will come to an end.
February 28, 2014, came and went without fanfare nor incident.
There’s nothing special about that date…except that it marks the 41st anniversary of the passing of a farm boyfrom Cottam, Ontario.
He was not special nor exceptional; just another man struggling occasionally to make his way through life, rarely thinking of the end; just getting today done; whatever it took; as dictated by his heritage. And, occasionally, a struggle it was, being orphaned beforehis teens, living with the extended family or in the orphanage, later onworking the farms in lower Ontario. Then, came the great adventure,wherein he and his peers lined up before dawn at the local army recruitingstation the day after the Wehrmacht invaded Poland.
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