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Chuck Hinman, IJMA 115:
The Time Mom Taught Me To Control My Temper


Chuck Hinman: It's Just Me Again No. 115. Memories of childhood fraternal battles and the memory of his mother giving him a lesson he never forgot on fight fair.
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by Chuck Hinman

The Time Mom Taught Me To Control My Temper

My writings are full of accounts of scraps between my brother and me. Bob was two years older and dominated our scraps. It remained that way until I was 16 years old. Over night, I increased in size and strength and "Voila'!" - the scraps were over!

We became best friends until his death a few years ago. The reason I know the scraps were one-sided at the time was this.



When I visited him a few years ago in the Good Samaritan Nursing Home in Wymore, Nebraska, he tearfully apologized for all the times he "laid it on me" in those days. It was like it weighed on his mind. I was embarrassed and lightly poked him on his wrinkled biceps and said "Aw." I hugged him in a rare demonstration of brotherly love.

My mind drifted back to the time when we were about 12 and 14. As usual he was getting the best of me. I spotted an ice pick on the kitchen table and in desperation grabbed it and challenged him to "come on" if he wanted some of that ice pick! He didn't think I would use it and I caught him in the front part of his forearm - deep enough that it bled! HE WAS STUNNED! I WAS SCARED!

Mom was nearby and put a hasty physical end to the fight. She didn't care who started it or what the fight was about. She grabbed my arm and in swift, tearful motherly resolve, imbedded the ice pick in my arm and with a look I will never forget, said "Now don't you EVER use this ice pick again to fight with!"

The fight was over and she tearfully hugged us both as she put iodine and a light bandage on our identical wounds.

Only Mom was crying but I learned a lesson BIG TIME!

Years later whenever I use an ice pick, my mind goes back to the time my dear Mom taught me what must have been a nightmare for her to do, stab her son in the forearm with an ice pick to teach him an important life lesson.

There aren't many made like my Mom! Her lesson worked!
Written by Chuck Hinman on 10-29-2007

Sent again with a new title:
Tough Motherly Love on 29 June 2010

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