Free at age four

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Was the summer of 1967 when my parents split up.
The first words I remember my father saying to me was:
“son, I will never lie to you or guide you the wrong way because I love you to much.
we lived in Bokoshe Oklahoma. I was taken aside by my father
and told that my mother was gonna ask me who I wanted to live with. He said: “son if you choose your grandma and me I promise
you will have the happiest most carefree childhood a boy could imagine.”
A short while later I could hear them coming out where I was playing in the yard. My father said: “Ask him he is old enough
to make up his own mind.” My mother knelt down with tears in her eyes and posed the question. Took less than two seconds for me to answer that I would stay in Oklahoma with my father and his mother Mary Mae McKinney.
After my mother was on her way back to Texas with my two younger siblings, my father looked at me and said: “Son you have just been emancipated.”
Like I would know that word at 4 years old.
This was the start of a wonderful childhood where
any family dispute I was allowed input and sometimes
decision making power. My father said: “true freedom is not
choosing from the limited choices given, but creating choices
that are not among those provided.
I cannot express how important I felt when asked to make decisions

My father asked me if I wanted to do good or do evil.
I replied GOOD.
then he ask if I believe.
I said yes
He said if you make those two choices correct, God would never limit your choices after that.

He became the most honest trustworthy man I have ever known
and some of the things he joked about have come true.

I will write some more of his lessons later

Love and respect to all

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[ChristopherParticipant 2478]

Great post Harpo. Your father sounds cool.

I learned little from my Dad but he is a good man and provided for us – he was too busy working and fighting/coping with my mother and then drinking in the pub to get away from her – i dont blame him. They fought for many years – it would have been better if my folks split up I think – my mum made my fathers life a misery. He used to be a hard independent man – she wore him down through decades of being a MANipulative narc. I wont be leading that type of life. MGTOW rocks.

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[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Christopher wrote:
Great post Harpo. Your father sounds cool.
I learned little from my Dad but he is a good man and provided for us – he was too busy working and fighting/coping with my mother and then drinking in the pub to get away from her – i dont blame him. They fought for many years – it would have been better if my folks split up I think – my mum made my fathers life a misery. He used to be a hard independent man – she wore him down through decades of being a MANipulative narc. I wont be leading that type of life. MGTOW rocks.

Thank you Christopher, but Cool is an understatement.
He died in 1999 and is my heavenly father now.
and was always my God.
I would lay down and die if it would bring him back.
I am now a slave to his spiritual guidance.
I have one more thing on my bucket list and Then I will
live the rest of my life in his name.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

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