A JOURNAL OF BETTER LIVING` 1111 NOVEMBER 1981 oer TER PAYTONNDING HAPPIN INSIDE YOURSELF How to Deal With a Broken Home When Being Cruel Is Kind Nan Friedlander GOING HOME When my parents died in an auto crash last spring, I was 15, too young to strike out on my own, too old to be adopted by another family. There was nothing to do but go sponge off my older sister, who at 20 was already married. She lived on a farm with some chickens, a goat, two horses, and Bob, her carpenter husband. Returning from my parents' funeral in Bob's pickup truck, I thought miserably of what a rotten deal life is. As sisters, Patty and I had never been close, not even in looks. She had always been gunked up with makeup and fancy clothes, while I hung around the baseball lot. I cast a sidelong glance at Patty wedged between Bob and me and noted how different she looked, her hair windblown, her hands rough. Patty must have felt my glance, for she turned to me and said, "Things have changed, Jeanie." I'll say things had changed. First my parents were killed by some dopehead crossing the center line. I hadn't even recovered from that before I was whisked away from all my friends in the city and dragged out to some agricultural endsville. I closed my eyes and pictured what the gang would be doing now, not my old baseball friends from grammar school, but my new with-it friends from high school. Terry would be collecting money for the beer, Lorraine would be picking up 'ludes from her older brother, and Walter, whose parents were always traveling, would be setting up the strobe light in the basement. Another Saturday night was about to begin. Not for me, though. It was dark by the time we turned onto the dirt road that led to Bob and Patty's house. I couldn't see much— just fields—but when we stopped at the porch I was struck by the silence of the place. No stereo, no loud laughter, no crack of opening beer cans. "Here we are, kiddo." Patty reached over and opened my door. "I'll show you where you'll sleep." Left alone in my room under the eaves, I was too stiff and tired to protest. They couldn't know that I never turned in before 2 a.m. I was a night person, as they would find out. To my surprise, the next morning I realized I had fallen asleep without pills, without a drink. I guess the funeral took more out of me than I thought. I didn't feel really close to my parents. They had both worked, and I LISTEN • November 1981 • 3 had had plenty of time to myself, but after all they were the only home I had ever known. Now here I was at my sister's mercy. She'd always been bossy. Now she could be a real tyrant without anyone stopping her. These thoughts tumbled through my mind as I turned over to escape a ray of sun on my face. Ugh! Morning! Only nightpeople know how terrible it is to have to get up and face the day. Below me, I heard my sister rattling breakfast dishes. I shuddered and reached for my supply of uppers. Nothing. Of course, no more uppers, no downers, no grass, and, worst of all, no lovely, floating spaced-out hours. This was prison, and I might as well get used to it. Patty and Bob were eating oatmeal when I staggered in. Oatmeal! I hadn't seen that since my last baby-sitting job. "Where's the coffee?" I groaned. Patty glanced at Bob. "We don't make coffee, Jean, but the water's hot for herb tea, if you like." "You don't drink coffee?" That statement alone was enough to wake me up. Patty's standard breakfast used to be coffee and fudge cake. "Not any more. We didn't like the headaches it gave us." "We don't even buy it anymore," Bob added, as I looked through the cupboard. Patty got up and ladled out some oatmeal. She shoved it and the milk pitcher in my direction. "Eat up," she said. "As soon as Bob leaves for work, I want to show you around." How I got through that first meal I'll never guess. No one I know eats breakfast. At school we always met at the vending machines in midmorning, but on weekends no one got up before noon. After Bob drove off in a cloud of dust, Patty dragged me outside and showed me the barn, the horses, and Sheba, the goat. "I milked her before breakfast," Patty said, "but that's something you could do from now on. It isn't difficult." "Milked her! You mean, the stuff I put on my cereal this morning came from her?" I glared at Sheba, who stared back with unwinking yellow eyes. Patty laughed. "Of course. Didn't you notice the difference?" "No." How could I, I thought to myself. I'd been drinking beer for the last two years. Later, as we were sitting at the kitchen table eating a big salad for lunch—"all from our garden," Patty said proudly—I decided to get down to cases, namely mine. "Listen, Patty, this healthy, outdoor life is obviously great for you, but it's not my style." "Oh? What's your style?" Patty eyed me over her glass of apple juice. "Total freedom, for one thing," I said. "I want to eat what I want, drink what I want, and sleep when I want." "Then you must want to live in a vacuum," Patty said. "If you live with other people, you have to adjust a little." "I'm not the one who's married," I said haughtily. "I'm not talking about marriage," Patty said. "I'm talking about human beings—us, in particular. If you live here—and we hope you will—you'll have to follow our ways." "Which are?" "We try to live a sensible life," Patty said. "Decent food, enough sleep and exercise, good feelings between us. That's all." "That's all," I snorted. "It's a blooming camp around here. What happened to all the potato chips, cola drinks, and junk food you used to have?" "I got tired of feeling lousy," Patty said. "Then a couple of months ago— you'll find out sooner or later—I discovered that I'm pregnant. I read that caffeine makes smaller babies, and I want to give ours the best chance possible." "Hooray for you," I said, feeling somehow left out. "But pregnancy is not my problem." 4 • LISTEN • November 1981 LISTEN (ISSN 0024-435X) is printed monthly by Pacific Press Publishing Association, 1350 Villa Street, Mountain View, California 94042 U.S.A. Second-class postage paid at Mountain View. California. For the U.S.A.: one-year subscription, package plan, $24.00. To countries outside U.S.A.: one-year subscription, package plan, $25.00. November 1981. "What is your problem, Jeanie?" I immediately clammed up. Why go into the loneliness at home, the fast crowd I joined in high school? It was boring. "Let's go see your garden," I said instead, pushing back my chair. Patty didn't hassle me, I'll say that for her. She showed me the rows of tomatoes, beans, corn, and lettuce as though they were her personal friends. At the end of the garden there was an empty bed. "What's in there?" I asked. "Nothing yet. First the ground has to be worked, but I don't want to do heavy shoveling now." "I could do it," I said, surprising myself. "How do I start?" Patty explained about digging, weeding, composting, and fertilizing. It didn't sound too bad. That was the beginning of my downfall so to speak—my downfall from my old life. No sooner had I dug and composted than it was time to plant peas. A week later weeds came up and had to be pulled. Then the peas grew and had to be trained on the fence. Soon it was time to feed, water, and mulch. I vowed I would never again take a pea for granted. As the summer wore on, my memories of the old gang dimmed, until late one afternoon a familiar car drove into the farm. It was Walter's. "Hey, Babe," Walter called. "Hi, Walter. How's the gang?" I dropped the hoe and rushed over to the car. "Not too good, kid," Walter said. "Lorraine o.d.'d on bennies the other day." "How did it happen?" "Her brother mixed the pills. Her parents are all broken-up about it." "I should think so," I said. "Come on in and tell me about it." At the kitchen table, Walter pulled out a joint and offered it to me. I hesitated, then shrugged and took it. Why not? One wouldn't hurt me. I used to smoke a lot more than that. I was wrong. The joint knocked me for a loop. My system had cleared out over the past weeks, and by the time Walter lit a second one, I was totally spaced out on the first. "Let's go for a drive," Walter said. "There must be a town around here where we can get some beer." "Sure," I said slowly, concentrating. "Down the road." We climbed into Walter's low-slung Chevy and wove down the lane toward the highway. "Hold it straight, Walter," I said, bracing myself against the dashboard. "I'm getting seasick." "No sea around here." Walter laughed and pressed the accelerator. As we careened away, I fought to remember something. What was it? The road. The car. My parents! They'd been driving home when a guy high on grass had ended their lives. Was I to be next? "Stop," I cried. Slowly, as though underwater, I clutched the steering wheel and pulled it toward me. The car swerved to the right and slid into the irrigation ditch along the road, its hood embedded deep in the mud. "What's the big idea?" Walter said, pushing me roughly away. He squeezed out of his window and examined the car. "She's stuck for sure." I closed my eyes, still floating in my marijuana haze. Bob would be along soon in his pickup, I thought. He'd pull Walter out and send him on his way. Probably I'd not be allowed to see him again. I waited for the rush of anger. Nothing. Instead I thought of Patty, how disappointed she'd be. It was Patty I cared about, not Walter. With the baby coming, Patty was the one who needed me. Walter was sitting by the car smoking more grass when I climbed out his window. He didn't offer me a smoke. That was OK with me. I was going home anyway. I started down the lane toward the house. Home. . . . I guess I had one after all. LISTEN • November 1981 • 5 Jane Marie Allen NO it,d3UNTAIN TOO GREAT When you stop to think about it, there are really only two ways to handle problems in life. You can let them tear you down, or you can rise above them. Sometimes they'll bury you before you realize you have the ability to climb out of them. That's the way it was with Rick Leavenworth. From the time he was four years old, Rick hasn't walked. Both legs were left paralyzed in a tragic accident 20 years ago, and for a long time doctors said he'd be bedridden for life. But Rick proved them wrong. Eventually he was able to get out of bed and into a wheelchair and no longer had to depend on other people to move him around and wait on him. Sitting in a wheelchair was preferable to lying in bed, but it still meant that Rick saw life from no higher than tabletop level. As a youngster, he liked riding on his father's shoulders because from up there he saw an entirely different world, and he loved it. "I could even see on top of the refrigerator," he says. Little did he realize back then that one day he would climb a 13,000-foot mountain in the high Sierras. In fact, it was several years before Rick fully realized that the world was created for all people to enjoy—including him. If Ricks legs weren't paralyzed, he might 6 • LISTEN • November 1981 have become an outstanding athlete. Fact is, even though he has no use of his legs, he's still a good athlete. He plays tennis in his wheelchair, rides along beside his friends when they go bicycling, drives his all-terrain cycle on the sandy beaches of California, and goes horseback riding. He's developed his own personali7Pd body-building program of chin-ups, jumping jacks, and jogging. Indeed, he jogs on his hands faster than a lot of people run on their feet. "I'm not handicapped," he says with a smile. "I just can't walk." In spite of what Rick learned to do physically, there were some areas of his life that gave him problems. A lot of it had to do with people who often didn't know how to deal with physically disabled persons. They're uncomfortable around people in wheelchairs or people who can't see or hear or talk the way they do. The handicapped person, of course, senses this. Often, as was the case with Rick, the handicapped become socially withdrawn and untouchable. As far as girls were concerned, well, Rick never dreamed there'd be one interested in him. That was before he met Esther. Rick was at a Christian camp for the handicapped one summer when a pretty, dark-haired counselor introduced herself to him. And over the next few weeks and months, she helped him see Rick Leaven- worth as a person who could love and be loved for just being himself. Esther reached out and brought him out of the shell into which he'd withdrawn. Eventually he began to see even more possibilities for his life than he'd ever dreamed—possibilities like climbing mountains. For a guy in a wheelchair who'd always looked at a tabletop-level world, he had an uncontrollable desire to climb a high mountain peak and literally look at the world from on top. The more he thought about it, the more he longed to scale a mountain, until all his faith and energy were focused on reaching that goal. Lee and Linda Stanley, professional filmmakers and friends of Rick, encouraged him to attempt the climb. They wanted to go with him and record the trek in a documentary film. That's all it took. If Lee and Linda were ready to go with him, Rick would try it. Although they'd all done a lot of backpacking before, they knew that climbing a mountain would be a different game. To prepare for the expedition, they hired a professional mountaineer, Tony Prey, who taught them the techniques of climbing over rocky hillsides, belaying walls of bare granite, and maneuvering through snow. After studying maps and charts and talking with other climbers, they selected Red Slate Mountain in the Mono Recess region of the High Sierra—height 13,163 feet. Lee made a preliminary trek up the mountain to check it out before Rick attempted it in a wheelchair. When he reached the top, he was convinced that the selection had been a good one. This was the mountain Rick should climb. Once the selection of the peak was finalized, plans for the climb and film production went into high gear. Faith for Today TV Productions agreed to coproduce the film in association with Lee and Linda's company, Morning Star Films. Arrangements were made for a helicopter with a second cameraman to meet the climbers at the top of the mountain on the final day of the expedition. They applied for hiking and wilderness photography permits and started packing their gear. They'd have to carry food for three days plus camera equipment, sleeping bags, LISTEN • November 1981 • 7 camp supplies, and two wheelchairs. Rick needed a lightweight chair because, for one thing, on some stretches he'd have to pull it up the mountain behind him. His custombuilt chair made of aircraft aluminum weighed only 25 pounds. Lee would use the second chair as a camera dolly while photographing Rick. Mountain climbing naturally presents some unique problems for a paraplegic. Rick had to adapt traditional mountaineering equipment and techniques to his physical limitations. Although his upper body is well developed and muscular, his legs are not. This makes him top-heavy. To keep from flipping upside down, he'd have to wear a specially-made harness while belaying the steep mountainsides. Also, because of extremely poor circulation in his legs, which don't generate heat, he'd wear heavy leather pants to avoid the dangerous risk of hypothermia should he get cold. The pants would also protect the lower part of his body from cuts and bruises. Finally, with weeks of training and preparation behind them and wilderness permits in hand, they were ready for the climb up Red Slate Mountain. It was scheduled for close to the end of the climbing season, but they could still expect good weather. Pack animals led by a wrangler took them on horseback into the wilderness and dropped them off in an upper meadow where the climb began. Rick's only partners aside from the camera crew were his mountaineering equipment and his custom-built wheelchair. Unfortunately, farther up the mountain they met bad weather. High winds and cold temperatures threatened the fulfillment of Rick's dream. At one point the helicopter pilot radioed to Lee, asking if he wanted him to airlift Rick to the top of the mountain. That way he could finish shooting the film. "No," Lee radioed back. "Let's keep going." He didn't want his film to be a dishonest record of the climb. But more important, he knew Rick needed the inner satisfaction of knowing he'd made it all the way to the top—every single inch of it. There was a lot at stake. A great deal of money had been invested in the project, much time and effort had gone into plans and training, special equipment had been purchased specifically for the climb. Besides, they had one of the last wilderness permits to be issued for commercial photography in that region. They just couldn't give up now, so they kept pushing ahead. But it was useless. The winds steadily increased, with gusts up to 75 miles per hour. The wind-chill factor dropped to 20 degrees below zero. At 12,000 feet Rick was cold. "I knew I was in trouble," he says. "My strength ran out, and I was very cold." Only 1000 feet from the top of the mountain, Lee ordered the helicopter pilot to come down for Rick. In minutes the climb was scrubbed. Rick was disappointed beyond words. He wouldn't even talk about it. At the same time he couldn't get it out of his mind. The mountain haunted him. It was still there waiting for him to climb. "Maybe I could have made it to the top," he reasoned, "if I'd been better prepared." So he hit the body-building regimen again, determined to repeat the climb. Next time he'd make it all the way. There wasn't much time for the second trek because it was already late in the year for mountain climbing, and he could likely encounter even worse weather than he had earlier. There was also the big question of whether Lee could get another wilderness permit at such a late date. "It seemed like too much to hope for in the little time we had," says Lee. "But if Rick wanted to go back, Linda and I were ready too." While Rick built up his endurance, Lee and Linda worked out the details of securing a helicopter and the dubious wilderness permit. Miraculously, everything worked to their advantage in record time. This time they had prepared for the worst, but fortunately didn't meet it. Instead, on the second climb they had clear October skies and extraordinarily warm weather for that time of year. Compared to the first attempt, the second was a breeze, according to Rick. However, the completed half-hour film, called Mountain Tops, reveals his long struggle to reach the top of Red Slate. He pushed and pulled and crawled for hours, his tired body sometimes begging him to stop. "Don't get discouraged," he told himself repeatedly. "Don't think it's impossible. You're going to make it this time." And he did. "About 100 yards from the summit his pace really picked up," Lee recalls."I could hardly keep up with him." "That last push was one of the most beautiful moments of my life," Rick says. "When I got to the top, I just couldn't believe it." Finally Rick reached the peak and gazed out over the magnificent panorama around him. Now he knew that life could put no mountain in his path he couldn't :onquer. Not even the High Sierra. BILL VOSSLER Everyone hates drunk drivers but what do you do when they're your friends? Let me tell you of a time, as the song goes, that I had to be cruel to be kind. There were four of us, and the other three were drunk. The music and noise of the tri-county fair skirled around me as I tried to convince Vem not to drive. I failed to convince my friends not to get drunk, and I wasn't doing any better with the 10 • LISTEN • November 1981 driving. They didn't appreciate my concern. "It's my own car!" Vern declared. I was heartbroken already, and his words pierced me to the quick. These guys were so different from the friends I knew when they were sober. I didn't know quite what to do. Vein was pushing me around, demanding the key. Mike and Tom were also belligerent. They were all making fools out of themselves. None of them had ever really drunk before, much less gotten drunk I was sorely tempted to fling the keys at Vern and abandon them to their fates. And their fates would undoubtedly not have been very pleasant. Statistics show that half of all motor-vehicle accidents are due to alcohol. I don't know why I didn't abandon them. Maybe it was because of one of the gory films I'd seen in driver ed a few years before; or maybe because one of my classmates had just been killed in an alcohol-related auto accident; or maybe because they were my friends, and despite their faults, I loved them. At any rate, suddenly I whirled around to Vern and said very firmly, "I'm driving." All three of them gaped at me. Vern opened his mouth to say something, but he knew that when I made up my mind, it was useless to try to change me. The two-mile ride into town was somber. I could see they were all thinking. For the next week there were icicles between those guys and me. When Vern finally thawed enough to talk about it, he admitted I'd done the right thing. Yet he was still angry with me because I had "humiliated" him in front of his friends by not allowing him to drive his own car. That's how it is with many people. They understand the possibilities of danger if they drive while drunk, yet they viciously complain about being "betrayed," "humiliated," "hurt," if one who is sober drives for them. People think the accident always happens to the "other guy." The reason this incident comes to my mind is that we had a car accident in our community last night. Two of the three young men involved are good friends of mine. One of them—let's call him Spike—was in the back seat and was the least injured—physically, that is! I visited him in the hospital. He now regrets that he didn't wrestle the keys from the driver. "He'd had quite a bit to drink. But we didn't have far to go, and I thought it would be all right. I could have driven. I should have driven. . . ." Both of the other guys are still in intensive care. What would you have done? It seems we all have friends who drink. Sometimes our circle of friends is limited by the size of our town, or our status, or whatever. Sometimes our circle of friends is limited by ourselves. We like people because of their good points, and we overlook, as best we can, their bad ones. So what would you do if your drinking friends want to drive? Would you stop them, risking their wrath? How would you stop them? Every incident is different, and different tactics would need to be used in various circumstances, but the following suggestions may be of value. 1. You must prevent the drinker from driving. Generally you can see the problem coming. You have to think ahead and use your wits. Somehow you have to get the car keys, or convince the driver that you (or someone else who is sober) should drive. "I feel like driving tonight" can be effective. You don't want to make the driver angry, but if necessary, you might have to take the keys and keep them for hours until the driver sobers up. Somehow keep him from driving. 2. Don't argue. The drinker will claim he's sober, can drive, and can walk a straight line. Don't dispute him. Drinkers are not rational; otherwise they wouldn't drink so much. Arguing generally makes them worse. 3. Understand the truth about drinking. Any amount of liquor can make some people unfit for driving. No amount of walking or drinking coffee will sober anyone. Alcohol is removed from the body at a steady rate; neither exercise nor anything else changes that. Only time will sober a drunk. More than half of all auto accidents and deaths are alcohol-related. Thousands of teens are living haunted lives today because they didn't prevent drinking friends from driving. 4. Use common sense. Don't ride with someone who has been drinking. Take a taxi, catch a ride with nondrinking friends, or walk home. It's your life. If you can't prevent a drinker from driving, don't ride with him. Don't give in and become a statistic yourself 5. Understand how much nerve this decision will take, and the possible results. Your friend may hate you for a while; some people may make fun of you. But in the long run they will respect you, and, even more important, you will respect yourself Remember that if your friend, when he's sober, doesn't understand that you acted out of concern for his welfare, then he isn't a friend at all. Those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it. The lesson is especially clear when it comes to drinking and driving. The simplest way to prevent alcohol-related accidents would be to stop everyone from drinking, but that isn't possible. We have to face the fact that drinkers will drive though we must try to minimize the problem. Sometimes firmness is necessary to prevent an accident or a death. We must be firm at times in order to be kind. History does repeat itself, because 400 years ago William Shakespeare said, through the mouth of Hamlet, "I must be cruel, only to be kind." LISTEN • November 1981 • 11 Arleen-Parent Trust Walk Judi Bailey NN y dad doesn't trust me," said 17-year-old Carrie. "I'm embarrassed when I visit my friends because I have to come home so early. And then Dad's got 20 questions to ask me about where I've been and what I've done. He must think I'm some kind of delinquent." Carne went on to complain about other problems at home: how her dad yells about her clothes and hairstyles; how her mom bickers with her over the cleanliness of her room. What she failed to mention was that she hadn't been honest with her parents in the past. She lied about where she was going ("To Mary's," she would say while planning to meet Jeff at the roller rink) and failed to do her chores. She expected her parents to inherently trust her, yet she 12 • LISTEN • November 1981 failed to recognize how this trust process connected to her behavior. Sure, some parents are somewhat overcautious or even distrustful by nature. But even moms and dads who are overly strict usually change when they feel they have good reason. There are ways to work toward a positive change. Perhaps you've looked at your parents as obsolete and behind the times or sometimes felt hurt that they don't have more respect for you. You wonder, "What kind of person do they think I am?" Hopefully you haven't given up and simply assumed it all means that you are an untrustworthy individual. Trust is something earned and learned, not inborn. And even if your relationship with your parents is a good one, remember this: "The biggest room in the world is the room for improvement." Maybe you and your parents can talk sports and school, but dating is an issue loaded with sore spots. Or they believe everything you tell them about your date, but intermittently question you about your interest in drugs. Working toward positive change in your relationship with your parents can mean the end of frustration and resentment. Family ties grow wanner, and rather than dreading walking through the kitchen door, you'll eagerly anticipate a friendly word. Here are some ways to work for a stronger trust: Examine your past behavior. Have there been times in the past when you've been inconsiderate of others' needs? It's easy to bulldoze our way through life, knocking over everyone else's feelings and ignoring their problems without seeing the slightest evidence of our destruction until we hear a strong, parental "No!" Then we wonder what happened. Have you been irresponsible? Have you forgotten to feed the dog, keep curfew hours, sweep the basement, or make sure the doors were all locked even though you agreed to do these things? There is no way to change your past behavior, and you shouldn't use this personal inventory to club yourself over the head. But ifs good to be aware that sometimes you are in the wrong too. Perhaps you'll uncover some of the evidence for your parents' mistrust. A little understanding goes a long way. Cooperate with existing rules. You'll be surprised to discover how well this one works. It's got great power. It sounds square and medieval, especially in these days of protest and liberation movements which post signs in our minds of "Change the existing structure" and "Go for it." But if you go along with the established rules and prove that you want to cooperate, then you'll have a firmer foundation for your soap-box demands. Most of us tend to be less flexible with people who fight us. Would you grant your partner in a class project an "excused absence" for not showing up the night before the project is due—after he's already failed to do his part? Your parents will be much more open to hearing any requests you might have for change if you cooperate than if you fight them. This means beefing up on actions like being in on time or at least calling to let them know you'll be late; taking out the trash when you're asked; and staying home to supervise the younger ones when ifs your turn. Keep your word. If you've agreed to go on a weekend outing with Mom and Dad, and then someone special invites you to a picnic or skating party, kindly thank him for the invitation, explain that you have already made a commitment for this weekend, and suggest doing something the next weekend. You may think you're cutting your throat for the sake of your family, but the outcome will be well worth the sacrifice. Not only will you be improving things at home, but you'll learn a little about that special someone in the process. If you said you'd clean your room today, get it done before you meet your friend at the library, otherwise ifs too easy to postpone your chore. If you told your parents you were going to Diane's, go to Diane's, don't stop at the bowling alley, quick shop, or pinball center instead. If you promised to help Dad with the car, make sure you're there on time, not riding around town with your friends. Parents, like most of us, put a great deal of stock in commitments. Think of it this way: if every time you've asked Sheila to do a favor she's failed you by not showing up, would it be her number you'd dial with your last 20 cents when you're stranded in a dark parking lot? Be patient with your parents. When people begin to take active steps to change their behavior, they often become discouraged because others don't respond immediately. Have you ever heard the story about Tony, the little boy who stole objects in school? He would take the other children's pencils, sandwiches, money, hats—anything he could get his hands on. Even though he was caught and reprimanded many times he continued his behavior until he realized he was losing the few friends he had because they couldn't trust him—he'd steal from them too. So Tony decided to change. He stopped his dishonest behavior, but whenever anything was missing or even misplaced in his classroom the teacher and students would automatically blame him. A few times he was punished for things he didn't do. This made him angry; he couldn't understand why nobody believed him when he knew he was in the right. He got so discouraged and furious that he went back to his old ways. Don't let this happen to you. What Tony failed to recognize was that his intentions were not obvious to others. Change takes time. People typically judge us on the merits of our past behavior. Perhaps ifs unfair, but it's the only information we have about people. Once they've had enough time to gather new data, then they can use more recent experience to reevaluate their impressions of us. Ifs the same with parents. Just because you've watered the plants regularly for two weeks doesn't mean Mom won't still be giving frantic reminders, and your parents are apt to still be surprised that you're home on time even though you've been dependable for quite a while. It will take time for your parents to begin to see you as a responsible, reliable and definitely trustworthy person. But it will happen, and after it does, you will feel more mature and confident in other areas of your life. Remember, anything worth having takes time.0 LISTEN • November 1981 • 13 ASK A FRIEMD My Parents Always Tell Me"No!" I'm 14 years old, popular at school, and am often invited to spend nights at my friends' homes. My parents always say No, explaining they don't know my friends or their parents. They're afraid my friends will have a bad influence on me. Don't you think I'm too old always to be told No? First, it's important that you understand the role of your parents in this situation. Your parents obviously love you very much and are fearful that something may happen to you at these slumber parties. Their decision not to let you go is based on the three basic emotions most parents are guided by: love, fear, and anger. It's a human response to attack to protect what we feel is right and proper. Your parents love you and want to protect you from harm. The fear they express is of the unknown, and the anger they experience is your resistance to their decision. Your parents are expressing normal parental emotions, but I feel these emotions are more for the preadolescent and not for you a person who is well into her adolescent years. The best advice I can pass on to you is that most parents are guided by an old saying, "Show me your friends and I'll tell you what you are." First, choose your friends carefully, then let them meet with your parents. Did you even think of having the slumber party at your home? This could give your parents a firsthand experience in viewing your friends as they really are. I've been on drugs for five or six years. Sometimes I've had to steal to supply my habit, and I have a very short temper. My friends don't understand why I'm the way I 14 • LISTEN • November 1981 am. How can I explain to them that I'm hooked on drugs? The problem you face is not unique. Many people like you feel they would like to give up drugs once and for all and would like to discuss their addiction with someone they can trust. It's very difficult sometimes to find the right time and/or person to discuss the problem with. The first step is to evaluate where you are in your drug experience. It's obvious to me that you don't enjoy using drugs. Let's establish now, once and for all, that drugs are not a true value of yours. If you will accept this as the truth, you will be on the road to recovery, but you must admit to yourself that you do not want drugs any longer before you decide to discuss it with anyone else. Next, choose someone very close to you to talk to—a person whom you would consider an intimate person in your life. Be honest, and don't be afraid to explain how much you dislike using drugs and you need help to conquer this crisis. By admitting you have a problem and by seeking a friend to give you support, you are 90 percent on the road to recovery. Next seek professional help now. Your friends will support you all the way. True friends do not want you to suffer physically or mentally. Be honest, strong, and determined to lick this problem. These three ingredients will guarantee you a brighter future. I'm a 15-year-old recovered alcoholic. A friend of mine at school wants me to date him, but I'm afraid to since he has a drug and drinking problem. How can I help him without hurting our friendship? The first and most important step your friend must take is to accept the fact that alcohol and drugs are problems in his life. If you really care for him, then accept a date with him, but let him know that when he takes you out, there will be no drinking or taking drugs. He will have to make a choice between you and his habits. This may in some way open his eyes to the fact that he has problems. Emphasize that the reason you are presenting him with this ultimatum is because you care for him very much. Don't be afraid of hurting his feelings; you would do him more harm by not telling him of his problem. The one thing you do not want to do is to give up on him. He needs help, and it will take time for him to accept the fact that he has a drinking and drug problem. I'm sure it will all be worthwhile for you and your friend once he accepts his problem as being real. Do you have a question about friendships, parents, drugs, health, or other teenage concerns? Ask a friend Bob Anastas, parent, teacher, high school counselor. Address your question to Ask a Friend, Listen Magazine, 6830 Laurel Street, NW, Washington, DC 20012. 0 Chicago Bears rennin back Walter Payton tells how to Find IIA;piness Inside !ourself n a football game, the jack of all trades seems to be the running back. He can receive the ball, run with it, or pass it—truly a utility man. He's expected to gain much of the yardage needed to set up the next touchdown. Probably the most consistent running back in the professional world today is Walter Payton, now in his seventh season with the Chicago Bears. His list of games in which he's gained 100 yards or more is impressive indeed. Running backs are usually not huge heavyweights such as the linemen are expected to be. And Walter is no exception, though he's nearly six feet tall, weighs 205 pounds, and is solid muscle. When he gets the ball, what goes through his mind as he faces that massive array of huge linemen blocking his forward movement? Walter says, "The first thing that pops into my mind is, 'What am I doing out here?' And I guess the second thing that comes to mind is, 'How long is it going to hurt?' " Incidentally, he says he doesn't try to go through that wall in front of him. "No, I go around it." As to the ball, now you see it, now you don't! One of the best preparations for becoming a running back, Walter says—with tongue in cheek—is playing hide-and-seek in your childhood. "Important in the game is not letting them see you have the ball." Interview by Francis A. Soper LISTEN • November 1981 • 15 That isn't the only early preparation Walter had for his football career, however. In junior high school, he recalls, "I was pretty good at track"—so good, in fact, he won the state championship in the long jump. Later he competed in the national indoor championships. His track coach was the brother of Ralph Boston, Olympic gold medalist. Walter was born in Columbia, Mississippi, "a small town," is how he refers to the settlement of some 8000 people. He early played parking-lot football, "because that gave us some16 • LISTEN • November 1981 thing else to do besides hanging around with idle minds." In high school Walter became more serious about football, and later at Jackson State University, his skill attracted the attention of the Bears, who drafted him in 1975. With Walter, football is serious business. As with most athletes, his training season is "a year-round thing." And much of this training consists of exercises to make the body flexible and agile so he can better avoid injury during games. The paradox is that his muscles must be loose yet firm, so they can give without tearing or straining any of the ligaments. Another dimension of the training process is "the right amount of rest" which Walter says is necessary both in season and off season. "To be able to go 18 or 20 weeks during the season without the needed rest requires total conditioning throughout the year." Contrary to the problem some athletes face, Walter has no problem with fluctuating weight. "I've been able to maintain the same weight that I had when I came into the league. It's funny, because I really don't eat that much during the season. I don't shy away from any food, but there are certain foods I don't eat period. I never gorge myself on anything." However, time scheduling is a bugaboo that seems to haunt many athletes, especially in their earlier playing years. Walter was no exception when he started. "Now everything seems to fall into place. It's not a daily program that's written down, but mentally I take note of things that must be done and I take good care of them." This includes, of course, hobbies and relaxation activities. "When I'm not sleeping, I like to work with my hands, especially with cars, and sometimes I play the drum. The bulk of the time, though, I'm just working around our place—nothing that's strenuous, but whatever needs to be done." Football stars usually are heroes to thousands of fans, especially very young fans. When he was growing up, Walter had no real idols, because "we never watched that much television." He did, however, read about players like Jim Brown and Johnny Unitas. "I was never able to see a real footballer until I was in the eighth or ninth grade." At the present time Walter Payton finds himself at the head of a large parade of fans, including hordes of young ones. Thinking of them, he waxes a bit philosophical. "As you grow up, there are a lot of things happening all around you—some good and some of them not. It may be really hard to see the difference. "Most of the time kids get involved in doing what the crowd is doing, going along with the swing of things, the trend. I think the best you can do is simply be yourselves and find happiness in this way. Then you can seek happiness among other people. "If you're not happy, and you know you're not happy, you can't relate to other people and find the good qualities in them. When you get that selfconfidence—and I'm not saying you should be cocky or a snob—you will do what is best for you, not merely what somebody else thinks or feels." LISTEN • November 1981 • 17 Walter looks at life as the developing of a person's inner resources, both of the body and of the mind. "You can't have one without the other." But he doesn't stop there. He says that there's a spiritual side of life, too, which comes as one searches. "These are the three things you have to work on if you want to succeed in anything." Walter Payton is an observer of the youth scene today. He doesn't see much difference, he says, in the kids now from those when he was growing up. "But, I see a big difference in availability. The variety of things to get involved in is so much greater." "Synthetic" is one word he uses to describe the youthful generation today. "I don't think there are too many kids out there who have a realistic outlook on life or who appreciate the 18 • LISTEN • November 1981 things they have. It's more or less a turmoil of illusion, or dreams." Walter sees young people as striving for maturity, and in describing it, he says, "I don't think you can take it in a pill or a capsule or a drink. I don't think you can find it in speed or in a high. I don't think it comes on the basis of how tall you are or how heavy. Maturity comes with age and the experience of living. That's the only way you can get it." Walter doesn't feel that those who are involved in sports are the only ones who achieve. "If you aren't in sports, don't feel down. If you're in sports, don't go around with your chest out. Football, or whatever other sport you're in, soon reaches a plateau. "But be proud of the building of your mental capacities. Once you've reached your peak in sports, you can still build mentally and enrich your life. Everyone can't play football, basketball, or run track, but everyone mentally can do most anything he really wants to do." Most important, Walter says, is the way one sees himself. "The way I see myself is just to be me, Walter Payton, not to be Walter Payton the successful football player, or Walter Payton the 200-pounder, or Walter Payton close to six feet (I wish I were six feet)—but just to be me and to live my own life. Some people try to change their identity for each group they meet, one personality here and another over there. But what happens when all these groups get together? Then such people can't find themselves. "Find happiness within yourself, find out who you are. Being yourself is the best you can do." 0 FOURTH WORLi DiOCRESS ENT ALCOHOLISM "Social Action Toward Prevention" is the motto of this congress, to be held in Kenya, one of the world's most exciting countries. New solutions to alcoholism will be discussed by international authorities. The International Commission for the Prevention of Alcoholism is a nonsectarian organization sponsoring institutes and seminars of scientific studies for the prevention of alcoholism and drug dependency. It is an organization of the United Nations and cooperates with national bodies concerned with prevention. You are cordially invited to attend this significant conference. It is of special interest to educators, medical professionals, law-enforcement officials, civic health or alcoholism specialists, clergy, youth leaders, members of the judiciary, businessmen, and social workers. For more information and registration forms, write to The International Commission for the Prevention of Alcoholism, 6830 Laurel Street NW, Washington, DC 20012. Kenyafta Convention Centre Nairobi, Kenya August 21—September 2, 1982 EARTH TRIPPIMG Jim Conrad Squirrel-Head Each of us needs to get away sometimes. Merely seeing the same places and people every day can make us uptight. When I'm like this, I visit the park. I sit at the base of a certain big tree I consider my own, and, quietly as a shadow, I watch squirrels. In half an hour I can imagine I'm a flying squirrel, sailing through the sky from one tree to another; with legs spread wide and tail streaming after me. I'm nervous and alert, chattering among the dry leaves, my nose sniffing beneath fallen leaves. Every earthodor is like a song to me. I'm a squirrel-atpeace, clinging upside down to a tree trunk, the sun shining softly on my fur, the wind blowing like a playful friend through my whiskers. I am squirrel-head. Last month I gave you hints on getting close to animals. I explained that being sneaky and staying still are the main tools we have to let us get into their heads. Likewise, if we know some of the special traits of animal personalities before we begin watching them, getting into their heads later is easier. Here are some special kinds of behavior to look for when watching squirrels. Squirrels usually behave as if certain areas belong to them. They have territories they'll defend if an unfamiliar squirrel comes gathering acorns. An interesting project is mapping a section of a park, putting in every tree and fountain, and then drawing the boundaries of each squirrel's territory. If Squirrel X chases away Squirrel Y, then consider that area Squirrel X's. But if X and Y stand glaring at one another, the boundary between their territories probably lies somewhere between them. However, mapping isn't always that simple. Often the territory of one squirrel somewhat overlaps that of another. Thus, we could see one squirrel allow a second squirrel to come onto his land, then watch the same squirrel chase away a trespassing third squirrel whose 20 • LISTEN • November 1981 territory does not overlap his own. Of course, to map territories you must be able to distinguish one squirrel from another. However, this isn't a big problem. Once you begin watching squirrels closely, you'll notice that they're as different from one another as are people. One squirrel may be nervous and have a thinly-furred tail; another may be aggressive and have a thick tail; another may have a scarred lip, and so on. A squirrel's tail is a marvelous thing. When rain falls, the tail is curled overhead, umbrellalike. When a squirrel is angry, it shakes its tail as if it were a fist. A squirrel also uses his tail in a way that helps him keep his balance as he walks along the wire or slender branch. Sometimes a fluffy tail can even serve as a parachute. If a squirrel misses his limb after a long jump, the drag of the wind on the squirrel's tail as he falls earthward assures the squirrel that he will fall more slowly. I've seen squirrels fall 30 feet or more onto hard ground, then get up and scurry away unharmed. The squirrels in the photos on the opposite page are eastern gray squirrels, the common park-squirrel of eastern North America. In the West, as well as in many parks in the East, there are other species of squirrels and squirrel-like animals. These include flying squirrels, ground squirrels, fox squirrels, red squirrels, and chipmunks, all in the squirrel family. If you want to know which species you have in your local park, check out a mammalidentification book from the library. A good one is A Field Guide to the Mammals, by W. H. Burt and R. P. Grossenheider. We earth-trip because we want to see the world in new ways. Certainly trading heads with squirrels and chipmunks is one way to do this. And I'm absolutely sure that this somehow sensitizes us to other living things, helping us more to enjoy being humans. SinDDSh01-6 from JIrr Conr5a NIatfe- AibuT 4/Ar(ez_ r a./c•e.:Ze• g_eti2„,k/ Are4 :'`474fr VIEWPOINT I'm a Good Friend Because... Sharfine Jackson 12th Grade, McLane High School Fresno, California I'm a good friend because I listen. When my friends feel bad or have done something good, they like to talk about it, and I listen to them instead of talking about myself or other people all the time. Missy Earley 7th Grade, Renee Raybum 8th Grade, Parker Junior High School Parker, Colorado I'm a good friend because I never judge a person by what another person says about him (or at least try not to). I try not to put up a "false front" so my friends will know the true me. Goshen Middle School Goshen, Ohio I'm a good friend because I never pressure my friends to do things I do, like things I like, or act as I act. I like my friends the way they are. I would never ask them or want them to change. Want to put in your two cents' worth? We'll pay $5 for each student opinion (50-75 words) published. To qualify you must send a recent photo with your written opinion, specifying your grade, the name of your school, and your hometown. Each submission will be evaluated on logic, clarity of expression, and legibility. Sorry, we cannot return submissions or photos. Question for March, 1982, Listen: Cynthia Robertson 5th Grade, Debi Pickle Ilth Grade, How do you control your anger? Virgil Hauselt Memorial Junior Academy Santa Cruz, California I'm a good friend because I stand by my friends and am not a fairweather friend. I try to be dependable because I like my friends to be dependable. I'm a person that my friends can really trust. Bass Memorial Academy Lumberton, Mississippi I'm a good friend because I am honest with all my friends. I feel that honesty and trustworthiness are the foundation of any relationship. I also walk day by day with Christ, and I know His love for me can't help but spill over into my other relationships. Submissions for March Listen must be received by November 25, 1981. Send opinion, photo, and return address to: Viewpoint Listen Magazine 6830 Laurel St., NW Washington, DC 20012 22 • LISTEN • November 1981 Elaine O'Gara Grab Those Dreams! Direct sellira can show wu how Do you have big dreams for your life but feel you'll never have the time or means to reali7P your dreams? Every day in homes everywhere young people are being encouraged to expand their income to meet their dreams rather than to shrink their dreams to fit their income. These people are part of the direct selling movement. What is direct selling? On the surface it's simply a system whereby goods such as cleaning products, vitamins, and cosmetics are sold person-to-person rather than in stores. Items can be sold at home parties or by one-to-one personal contact. Most of these businesses work by encouraging salesmen to recruit other people to be salesmen also and thus build their own sales staff. In this way they become distributors for their staffs. The distributors then get a percentage of the sales profits of each person they've brought into the business. A person in direct sales has unlimited earning potential. Equally as beneficial as the money you can earn is the attitude you can acquire about yourself as a result of working with others in the direct sales area. You'll meet them at potluck dinners, rallies, and awards banquets. They'll encourage and help you as much as they can. They're your own personal cheerleaders, telling you that you can do anything you set your mind to. For instance, Shaklee Corporation, manufacturers of vitamins and cleaning products, was founded on the principle of Thoughtmanship— "What you think, you look; what you think, you do; what you think, you are." Amway is a long-established direct sales business which sells more than 300 products ranging from jewelry to housewares to plant food. Two young people who've been involved in Amway are Mitch Young, 15 years old, and Shelley Young, 13 years old. Mitch and Shelley's mother started her Amway business about 15 years ago, so they've grown up with her business. She has done well financially and has earned enough to put them both through college when the time comes. Mitch and Shelley have benefited in other less tangible ways from their mother's business. The problems Mitch faces at high school are typical, such as fights and drugs, but his association with the optimistic people he's met in the world of Amway helps him to overcome any "down" days at school. "I've found I'm not worried about about what other kids call me. I try many things, and I've been able to help other kids." Shelley also feels good about the attitude she's developed through being around positive people. "I'm more positive and I can better deal with problems." Both Mitch and Shelley plan to become distributors in their own right when they reach the age of 16. In the meantime they're learning how to run a business. They know how to take orders over the phone, put away products in the warehouse, and check invoices to see that orders are shipped correctly. What kind of person can succeed in direct sales? Some people with only a grade-school education have gone on to become millionaires. Most needed is self-motivation and a belief in yourself. Direct selling has several advantages for young people. You can start the business part-time while you're still in school and carry on with it into the work world, or make it your lifelong career. You don't have to have much money to get started. The Shaklee starter fee, for instance, is only $12.50. Another advantage is that you don't need to do super-hype sales pitches. The products sold directly are usually luxuries that people want, such as jewelry or cosmetics, or necessities, such as cleaning products and vitamins. The products almost sell themselves. If you'd like to become involved in direct selling, look in the white pages of your phone book for names of companies. Some of the most common are Avon, Amway, Shaklee, Neo-Life, Mary Kay Cosmetics, Tupperware, Sarah Coventry Jewelry, and Dynique Cosmetics. Many of these companies require a minimum age of 18 to sign up. If you're younger than that, your parents can sign the application for you. If you sometimes feel hopeless and think your life is at a dead end, direct selling might be able to turn that around. "You can if you think you can." So get out there and grab those dreams! LISTEN • November 1981 • 23 OW TO DEAL WITH A BROKEN HOME I Shannon Brimhall ive years ago when I was in the seventh grade, my parents started having marital problems. It was hard for me to understand how it could happen to my family; we were always so close and happy. I remember crying in my room for hours, praying that my parents would work things out. I couldn't comprehend my parents living apart. The months and then years went painfully by. One moment it seemed they were happy, and the next they were arguing. Mom cried continuously, and it hurt me to see their unhappiness. I loved them both, but after three years of this, I agreed when my parents decided a divorce would be best for all of us. The divorce was legalized at the end of my sophmore year in high school. What a difficult day that was for me! I remember wondering what my life would be like now that my parents were divorced. I knew that some of the most important years of my life would be spent without the 24 • LISTEN • November 1981 presence of a father—he wouldn't be waiting up for me when I got home from dates, and he wouldn't be there to share special moments with me. I was sure my high school years would be different from those of my friends. I was frightened. The next two years were difficult, especially for my mom. I can't begin to count the times when she'd literally sob for hours on her bed in the middle of the night while I tried to comfort her. I thought my heart would break each time I saw the anguish she was going through. But as the crying became less frequent and Mom began to date, our home brightened. Now my father has remarried, and my mother is seriously dating a man. My family did not let their divorce destroy us. Of my five brothers and sisters, four are married, two have families of their own, and my sister and I are active, happy, healthy teenagers. The divorce could have ruined our outlook on life, but the adversity made better people of us instead. These last five years have been trying and difficult, but I've found some ways to make divorce easier to bear and deal with. 1. Don't let the divorce depress you. Divorce is an unhappy experience for parents and children, but many teenagers use divorce as the excuse for all their unhappiness. Instead, try thinking of all the good things that have happened to you. Make good things happen to you. 2. Don't use your parents' divorce as an excuse for getting into drugs, alcohol, sex, and crime. Many teenagers with broken homes use divorce as an excuse for doing things they know are not right. However, a divorce shouldn't have anything to do with your actions. Divorce isn't a legitimate excuse. Sometimes kids feel like their life has been ruined by a divorce and get into drugs or alcohol to escape their problems. Don't do it! Your problems will only increase and you'll become even more miserable. Also, is it going to make your family situation any easier to bear if you go wild? No. This will just add to your own and your family's problems. If you want to make things better after a divorce, don't get into these things. All they create are problems. 3. Don't hate your parents because they get a divorce. A divorce is extremely painful and difficult for parents. Many times children believe that their parents don't care how much they have hurt them, but the parents do care. They care that you're unhappy and they feel your sadness, but think of your parents. Think of all they have gone through. Their marriage has failed, their lives have changed drastically, and they've been through a lot of sorrow. But instead of condemning them for what has happened, help them. They'll need comforting and encouragement to start their lives anew. Give them your love and your time. They need you! 4. Don't take divorce out on your friends. A divorce will surely have its effects on you, but let it affect you in a positive way. Don't be unkind to your friends because you're unhappy. They may not fully understand what you are going through, but they can listen and help you. Your friends can help keep you going by keeping you busy, listening to your problems, and by just loving you. Be careful of what you say when you're depressed. It's too easy to say something you don't really mean. Your friends will stick by you if you will let them. They love you. 5. Plan time to be with each parent. Your father and your mother love you and their other children very much, and because of this, it's hard for them to not see you for long periods of time. Plan time to be with the parent not living with you. This will make the divorce easier for him or her. Make the parent not living with you as big a part of your life as is the parent living with you. Don't alienate yourself from one parent. 6. Don't let divorce ruin your chances for success in life. Your own future should be your greatest concern. Make plans and keep going in that direction. Don't let divorce be the stumbling block that makes you lose out on success. A broken home doesn't have to be a negative experience. Let this trial make you stronger, more compassionate and giving, and more successful. A divorce doesn't make or break you. You make or break yourself! You can make it through a divorce. Be strong and determined and keep your chin up. This experience should make you more careful in choosing a marriage partner and more determined in making that marriage successful. Don't put your children through the same thing you went through. There are still some hard times in my family, and I still become discouraged. But I try to follow these guidelines, and I'm a happy person. In my mind, I'm successful. My parents' divorce isn't going to destroy me because I have too many plans and too much I want in life to be ruined. LISTEN • November 1981 • 25 arip so FORTH... TOLL TALES When are a wedding ring, a frying pan, a set of sterling silver flatware, and a can of motor oil of equal value? When they are used to pay the $1.25 toll charged motorists who cross the Golden Gate Bridge from Mahn County into San Francisco. Drivers who find themselves short of cash are allowed to leave some- 26 • LISTEN • November 1981 thing worth $1.25 with the toll officers as collateral. Over the years motorists have left, in lieu of the toll, such items as a new book, a rock 'n' roll cassette, a radio, a pair of false teeth (which the owner reclaimed the next day), and a $7000 diamond wristwatch (which the owner did not claim, and which was sold at auction for $5). Three things the toll officers will not accept as collateral are clothes, uncanned food, and drugs, as one youthful driver learned the hard way: he tried to pay his toll with a few ounces of marijuana and was promptly arrested. No doubt his fellow grasssmokers figured that anyone who would hock several ounces of marijuana for only $1.25 deserves to be locked up anyway. TIGHT JEANS RESTRICTIVE IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE! When was the last time you fell asleep in wet jeans? The last time an 18-year-old Danish man fell asleep wearing wet, skintight blue jeans, he was crippled for life! According to a Danish doctor, the man was tossed into a bathtub during the festivities at a party. Later he fell asleep for 11 hours with his clothes on. As the jeans dried, the denim shrunk tighter and tighter, cutting off circulation. Permanent muscle damage to his right leg was the end result. So the next time you shrink your form-fitting jeans, don't fall asleep while you're doing it! WHAT A SQUARE IDEA! His ego crushed by the Japanese invention of a square watermelon, Walton C. Galinat vowed to retaliate. And Galinat, an agricultural geneticist, didn't waver in his determination until he'd invented the world's first square ear of corn! The unusual ears have four rows of kernels compared to normal ears which have eight. Why corn? you may ask. "Well shucks," Galinat says, "square ears hold the butter better and won't roll around your plate." His list of accomplishments began in the mid 70's when he vowed to honor America's Bicentennial by breeding red-white-andblue corn. He succeeded too, even if the first ear didn't come off of the stalk until 1977. Then in 1978 Galinat won a national award for the "longest ear of the year." This prize was for his famous 181/2-incher. What will be his next accomplishment? To find out, just keep your ears tuned. STARS IN THEIR EYES Do you have stars in your eyes? At least 1200 people have found personalized towels and license plates only something to yawn about and are now having their names put in heavenly lights! For a mere $30, you can have a star in the sky named after you or a loved one. Yes, that's right. Whether your name is Bertha or Penelope, Mortimer or Egbert, you'll leave a lit- KEEP ON TRUCKIN', NELLIE A pickup truck proved no match for 85-year-old Nellie Mitchell's tennis shoes. Every day for nearly 40 years Nellie has let neither rain, nor sleet, nor dark mornings resulting from daylight savings time deter her from delivering the morning paper to the porches of Mountain Home, Arkansas, residents. An appearance in New York on ABC's "Good Morning America" show was the only reason Nellie decided to turn her paper route over to someone else for the first time since 1943. Her daughter and sonin-law substituted a pickup truck for their feet, and even then confessed to being worn out. If they think they were worn out, just think how Nellie's tennis shoes must look! tle bit of yourself for the generations to come. And not only do you receive a chart showing the location of your heavenly body, but the International Star Registry, Ltd., in Toronto promises the star will be identified by number and registered in a book which will be stored for safekeeping in a vault in Switzerland. But, you ask, what if your star burns out? The Registry promises that you'll get a new one free. LISTEN • November 1981 • 27 THANKSGIVING WORD MAZE Lucille J. Goodyear Here's a quickie quiz. What first comes to your mind when you hear the words gorge, cranberries, and Plymouth Rock? Thanksgiving—right? How many words relating to Thanksgiving can you find in the maze below? The words may run up, down, horizontally, or diagonally. TURKEYADI LOH RHCPL ANOI T AN AF AMI LYAMRPU D KKNYGRAVYUF I CEAKSWEET ME T I DRESSI NGPA I TAERTGEI PKS O SMI RGLI PPI T N MOREBMEVONS U UTNARENNI DE TRI TEAUTUMNU SDRI BLESSI NG Answers to "Thanksgiving Word Maze" AUTUMN, BIRD, BLESSING, CAKE, DAY, DINE, DINNER, DRESSING, DRUMSTICK, FAMILY, FEAST, FUN, GRAVY, GUESTS, HARVEST, HOLIDAY, NATIONAL, NOVEMBER, NUTS, PIE, PILGRIMS, PUMPKIN, RITE, SWEET, TABLE, THANKSGIVING. TOM. TRADITION, TREAT, TURKEY, YAM BODY LANGUAGE Sharon Ferris Many expressions that we use contain the names of body parts. Fill in the blanks with the right body part to finish each phrase. "So what if smoking ruined our wind for football? The coach gave us our letters, didn't he?" MOUNTAIN CLIMBING—TO THE TOP! Bill Vossler You're climbing to the top of Mount Everest, the world's highest mountain. For each of these "top" words you get right, climb higher. Every time you can't answer or get one wrong, you slide "back." Can you make it to the top? 1. - top - - 2. top - 3. top 4. top - 5. top - - 6. top 7. top - - 8. - top - 9. - top 10. - top 11. top - - 12. - - top - 13 - - - top 14. - top - - - A cork, sometimes A Theme Highest quality Yellow quartz To throw over Head apparel made of beaver or silk A silk hat Halt, obstruction Used to time the 100-yard dash Over, above Woody Woodpecker has one on top of his head What a coroner makes Main tent of a circus Makeshift, temporary 1. A conceited person has a swelled slapper. 2. A real funny joke is a 3. If we pay no attention to criticism we turn the other 4. Mistakenly giving information is a slip of the 5. Unintentionally telling a secret is putting our foot in our 6. A person involved in an abundance of enterprises in too many pies. has a his way in. 7. A pushy person 8. Powerful persuasion is twisting someone's 9. Beginning to make progress is getting our in the door. the mark. 10. If you behave yourself you PUZZLE ANSWERS Answers to "Body Language" 'aol 'IX 'Tool '6 `Luie '9 'small° 1 'JGELIII '9 wow g 'anbuol '>jaego 'eau 'pearl 28 • LISTEN • November 1981 PUZZLE ANSWERS Answers to "Mountain Climbing—to the Top!" debdols 'dole 'cq 'LloleAndols `olddol 'zec101 dots b!q 'Asdolne 'Iou>jdol. 'abeddols ,Jeddol '104 dot '30(4 `Jaddols LISTEri MEWS Scientists Discover "Suicide Chemical" Researchers at the National Institute of Mental Health in Bethesda, Maryland, and the Karolinska Institute in Stockholm believe they have found a "suicide factor" in human spinal fluid that can be measured by a simple laboratory test. Such a test will enable doctors and mental health professionals to separate the truly suicidal person from the depressed or otherwise disturbed person, and then to treat the suicidal person with drugs that appear to alter levels of this "suicide factor." The test indirectly measures a brain chemical called serotonin, one of many "chemical messengers" that transmit impulses from one nerve cell to the next. Serotonin produces another chemical called 5-HIM, which can be detected in spinal fluid. Higher Drinking Age Yields Fewer Fatalities Teenage drinking and driving don't mix. So conclude state lawmakers who have seen liquor-related teenage traffic fatalities skyrocket following the Vietnam war era. Many state legislators succumbed to the "old enough to fight, old enough to drink" argument and lowered the legal drinking age to 18. As a result, 14 of the 20 states which lowered their legal drinking age between 1970 and 1975 have since raised it again, with not surprising results. A recent study by the Insurance Institute for Highway Safety concludes that about 380 fewer young drivers were involved in fatal nighttime road accidents each year in the 14 states that raised their drinking age in the past five years. In Illinois traffic fatalities involving 19and 20-year-olds who had been drinking dropped 41 percent in the one year since the legal drinking age was returned to 21 in 1980. In Michigan, liquor-related traffic accidents involving drivers under 21 declined 31 percent after the legal drinking age was returned to 21 in 1979. Lawmakers in all 50 states are consistent in their efforts to lower teenage traffic fatalities. Since the current trend toward raising the drinking age began within the past five years, no state has lowered its drinking age despite several efforts in that direction. Coffee Not a Pick-Me-Up, Says One Researcher That morning cup of coffee or tea, for that matter—can have the opposite effect than most dedicated caffeine sippers think: it can make a person sleepy all day and restless all night. "Coffee does have the immediate effect of increasing blood sugar, which gives a feeling of a lift," says Dr. Charles Ehret, a senior scientist at Argonne National Laboratory in Lemont, Illinois. "But within 90 minutes, the body's insulin overrides that and you crash. "The boost doesn't last," he continues. "The best time for coffee or tea is during the traditional British teatime at 3:30 or 4 o'clock in the afternoon." Ad Agency Calls Smokers "Illogical, Stupid" Illogical, irrational, and stupid—that's what Madison Avenue thinks of smokers, says Jack Anderson, noted syndicated columnist. And smokers apparently agree. Anderson quotes a report prepared by a major New York ad agency for the Brown & Williamson Tobacco Corporation, maker of Viceroy cigarettes, as saying that many smokers perceive their habit to be dirty and dangerous, and think only "very stupid people" get hooked by it. "Thus," the Ted Bates ad agency told its client, "the smokers have to face the fact that they are illogical, irrational, and stupid. People find it hard to go throughout life with such negative . . . evaluation of self. The saviors are rationalization and the repression that . . . result in a defense mechanism." So the tobacco company's advertising staff prepared a campaign to overcome smokers' doubts about their habit. A Brown & Williamson document, entitled "How to Reduce Objections to a Cigarette," concedes that there are "not any real, absolute, positive qualities and attributes in a cigarette" and notes that its advertising campaign must provide smokers with a "means of repressing their health concerns about smoking a full-flavor Viceroy." The campaign slogan proposed to the company by its ad strategists could be called irresponsible at best: "If it feels good, do it; if it feels good, smoke it." Needless to say, the cigarette industry does not like appearing irresponsible. The documents quoted by Jack Anderson have been placed under lock and key with a protective order by U.S. District Court Judge Barrington Parker. LISTEN • November 1981 • 29 EDITORIAL "WILL THEY CATCH ME?" Vol. 34, No. 11 November 1981 LIST4111 Editor Francis A. Soper Barbara Wetherell Sherrie Thomas Editorial Secretary Gloria Meyers Office Editor Ken McFarland Art Director Howard Larkin Layout Artist Cliff Rusch Circulation Manager Gary D. Grimes Office Manager Henry Nelson Sales and Promotion R. F. Mattison, Milo Sawvel Assistant Editor It was one of those in-between times. This city sidewalk, which either in the morning or evening rush hour bustled with people, was now relatively quiet. The sidewalk led up a rather steep hill at the side of a large hotel, which left some window wells along the ground floor of the building. One of these on the upside was of considerable depth. As are all such places, this one was protected by iron railings. As I walked up the hill I noticed rather idly a number of other people on the sidewalk. One was a young man ahead of me, rather tall and angular, carrying a package of fairly good size under his arm. There wasn't anything unusual about the brown-wrapped parcel. In fact, I probably wouldn't have really seen it had he not suddenly veered over a step or two toward the railing and tossed that package over into the window well. It landed with a squish at the bottom. Obviously he was not the first person to have performed that little act. Other debris littered the area. With a shrug he cast a backward glance and caught my eye as he realized that I had taken in the whole incident. He seemed momentarily at a loss for words but felt it necessary to say something, since I was now right behind him. Explosively the words came out, "Will they catch me?" And with that he turned and continued his stride up the hill. It was all over in an instant, but the memory lingered in my mind. To me that little happening on a side street epitomized the thinking, and acting, of many people today. In itself, the tossing of a paper sack into a window well was of no great importance. True, it constituted littering and added to the unsightly junk which so often collects along city streets. Much more important, however, it showed an attitude of mind, a philosophy of life, if you please. This wasn't the first time he'd done this. He seemed so casual about it, even quite flippant. The only thing that bothered him at all was the remote possibility that someone might catch him. Multiplied many times, in all phases of life, this attitude is more prevalent than we like to admit. At times it comes close home. Whether in the family, in the schoolroom, in the business world, on the sportsfield, or even in our religious life and relationship with our God, the question creeps in, "Will they catch me?" 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