The first thing I dreamed of doing when I was young was riding a bike very far. Then, I started feeling really sad for my mom because she didn’t have a bike. I wondered how she would get away from my dad when he had tantrums about being in the passenger seat. Sitting in the passenger seat caused him deep emotional damage.
I learned soon that my dad wanted my mom to be a passenger princess. He didn’t want to be demoted to passenger prince by letting her drive instead.
When I started Kindergarten, I didn’t have too many friends. I couldn’t sit straight when our teacher told us to spread out in a circle on the rug in “cris-cross applesauce position.”
Most kids kept their distance from me when they noticed that I had trouble paying attention during carpet time. But, there were two guys who joined forces with me to “beat up the girls” at recess.” I figured that I had nothing to lose by joining them since nobody, especially not the girls, wanted to talk to me anyway. So, I ran with the other boys until there was a chance to sneak away and walk up to the girls who occupied themselves with gripping their way across the monkey bars.
I didn’t really care which girls we were chasing. All that really mattered to me was to find a girl to confront her about why women want to be the passenger princess so bad. This seemed really unfair to my mom because she always seemed to understand a lot better where we were supposed to turn in the car to get where we were going.
I tried talking to them but all they did was scream and ask why I was chasing them. They just couldn’t understand why I thought my mom was trapped in the passenger seat and someone should ask if she was okay.
I tried to explain that if teachers got paid to cheer kids on when they arrived at school on Bike or Walk to School Day, then I could cheer my mom on riding my dad’s bike separately to where we were going so she wasn’t always stuck in the passenger seat with him.
This fear steamed from my dad abusing me when I didn’t clean up the house, but it gave me a brilliant idea for transforming the world of social work.
What if social workers brought fathers who struggled with navigation to counseling with their children who suffer from ADHD and learn the opportunity of getting demoted to “passenger prince” or passenger seat navigator to learn how to find directions to a destination?
Now, there’s Google Maps. And I have learned that there’s more to life than who is in control of the steering wheel in a motor vehicle and who can get away on a bicycle.
Life has values. And there’s more to life than being a poster child for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for two years as a missionaries. Learning Christlike attributes makes you more like Jesus Christ, while your 10 values you already know you have bridge the gap to Him.
My top 10 values are candor, poise, stewardship, significance, inquisitive, recreation, awareness, logic, fortitude, liberty, valor, economy, and vitality. And those values give me humility, patience, hope, knowledge, charity and love, diligence, virtue, faith, integrity, obedience, guidance, and charity.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and should invest tithing in values-based therapy for members to help them believe Jesus Christ and take Him seriously when He says that they can become like Him by transforming their own values into His attributes or values.
