Jim Hollingsworth – Several years ago, my father, my brother, and I were camped along a small stream in the middle of Utah, near to the town of Moab. Not far from us, another family was camped. The family was a mother, a father, and a pre-teen boy.
One evening, about dusk, the boy must have done something dreadful, and all of a sudden, the mother broke out in a tirade of swearing the likes of which I had never heard from a woman (and have not heard since). I wondered at the time how this boy was going to grow up having a healthy respect for his parents when they treated him so badly. Continue reading