DomDolf
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ORIGINAL: Maya2001 DomDolf I have an adult son that has a 147 IQ and near photographic memory at there has been many times I wanted to strangled him for his stupid actions and foolishness and stubborness for not wanting to listen to reason , as well I know someone with 170 IQ and he also has made some pretty big blunders in his lifetime as well... having a good IQ does not mean a person will act in an intelligent manner and use common sense or willing to be achievers in life.. And they all said... Amen. Of course it doesn't. I hope you do not believe that I was insinuating that. Dolf I am in the mood to elaborate. I am going to put out a very unusual post for me. I hope my intentions are not misunderstood or taken poorly. I have made mistakes that make me cringe to think of them still today. I will make mistakes in the future and I tell almost everyone I have discussions with, over any period of time, that I am far from perfect. I feel very blessed over-all. I have been given some incredible tools to work with in the form of intelligence, common sense, street smarts and exposure to extreme circumstances throughout my life that have allowed me to experience a lot, frankly more than anyone I know. Admittedly, I don't dig into people's lives very often and there may be people right under my nose that have experienced far more than me. I don't think it is necessary or appropriate to elaborate on what experiences have helped make me who I am, but I will say there have been great experiences and experiences I would find difficulty in wishing on the worst of my enemies. I have been able to survive and even thrive due to how I have reacted to those experiences. I can assure you that on several occasions my life has been saved by making the right, or right enough, decision. Intelligence did not provide me with all I need to excel. Neither did common sense or street smarts. The combination of these plus experience has helped me act and react well for the most part in most situations. Again, I have made many mistakes and will make more. I am thankful for the tools I have been provided. Screw it, I am in the mood to spout out a few of my major screw ups. I am not proud of them but I am not afraid to put them out there. There is some relief in admitting fault. 1. High school- Punched the Dean in the mouth when he got between me and another guy that was taunting me. I knocked out his filling. I had to quit football to work it off and I lost a scholarship over it. My parents were the tough love types. No help there. The school wanted to forget it, but my parents felt I needed to learn a lesson. 2. Got a girl pregnant when I was 17. I joined the military that same year. 3. I got caught drinking under age. My Commanding Officer literally waited to tell me that I had a confirmed appointment to the U.S. Naval Academy while in a Non-Judicial Punishment hearing. He tore the orders up in front of me. I cried like a baby after leaving that hearing. Thinking about that today can still bring a quiver to the chin. 4. Eleven years ago I had a slave that would have done absolutely ANYTHING for me out of complete love and dedication to my happiness. I walked away from her for many reasons that were all selfish. We still speak today and are very close. She is now married and just as devoted to him as she was to me. He is the luckiest man I know. I am not sure he knows it. Pure luck, not smart- I was on a Quick Reaction Force that was going after a guy that was shooting randomly at anything that moved. I ran straight up to him while he was pointing a rifle at me. I did not slow down while approaching, I did not weave or hide behind cover or even concealment. What I did was got about ten feet from him when he pulled the trigger. He had a "stove pipe". This is when the casing for the last round that actually left the weapon fails to eject properly and gets jammed. It looks like a stove pipe sticking out. It is impossible to fire the weapon with a stove pipe. His weapon clicked. My heart dropped, I knocked him out cold. At the time I could not have been sure that this man was acting alone.I cannot explain why I did not drop him. Apparently, it was our lucky day, We both lived to tell about it. I relive that scene often. I seemed to have gained a considerable amount of respect for my actions from my fellow team members that night, but I shouldn't have. I was not thinking, I was reacting badly. This was not muscle memory, instinctive training or anything that others have called it. My team members made it seem like a great thing I did. It was stupid. I almost got removed from the team because of that. I could have lied, but I didn't. I had to see a psychiatrist for a few months so the comman could clear me for further duty. We were paid to be assertive, complete missions and be smart about it, not crazy. Though many outsiders will argue that. Smart you go home safely. Crazy you risk your team and you can go home in a bag. Yeah, I make mistakes. Thankfully I learn from them. I do not care how good you are at one thing you will have weakness in another. We can all learn and we all have something others can envy if we allow ourselves to. I believe there is no one greater than me. I am no greater than anyone else. I will not get star struck or have an out of control ego. I am confident and I am proud. I am humbled often enough to respect all that show respect. Not elevated respect, just a common courtesy. Excuse my spew. It's been one of those days. Dolf
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