Why Your Parents Say No, p. 6
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Why Your Parents Say No, p. 6
★ ★ Why Your Parents Say No, p. 6 How To Break a Grudge, p. 13 ★ Are You a Cheerleader or a Prophet of Gloom?, p.24 1E5$RASSEENMYBESTFRIERESIRCE ASE II. SHEC M PRACTICALLY REM MY MHVÌ I CAN'T 06U6V6 V youre ACTUAuy GOING TO SPENP THE NIGHT WITH HIM. km [* £ V o» •*> J r I Q H **1 L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 “Well, here I am, said Jess. “This is one of the thin times. ” ess pulled my hair back. She said she knew how to French-braid. I had my doubts. ” J “So when did this happen?” sne asked. “What?” “I mean, when did you first realize it? Was it bit by bit, or did it just sort of hit you?” “Realize what?” She stopped braiding. “That you were losing your mind,” she said matter-of-factly. “Just say you’ll cover for me. I’ll tell my dad I’ll be spending the night at your house. Matt’s parents are out of town for the weekend.” “I can’t believe you’re actually thinking of spend ing the night with him. Does the word ‘pregnancy’ mean anything to you? How about ‘AIDS’?” IL L U S T R A T IO N : KIM J U S T IN E N The Promise “W hat are you my conscience?” I glared at her reflection in the mirror on top o f my dresser. She tugged at my hair and glared back. “N o, just your friend.” “Well, lighten up, will ya? Besides, we’re not going to do anything. I’m just going to spend the night.” Jess stopped braiding again and pounded on my head like she was choosing a melon. “Hellooo . . . anybody in there? W hy do you think he’s inviting you over, to play Parcheesi?” BY “M aybe.” M y argument was losing steam. To be honest, Jess was just bringing up things that I’d been thinking about all week. But it was weird to hear my own conscience talking out loud to me like that, using her voice like a ventriloquist. “Just do me this one favor. Just this once, and it will be all over.” “Yep, it’ll be all over. You got that right.” “W hat do you want from me?” “I want you to call it off.” “I don’t know.” “You can spend the night at SILVIA L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 my house. We’ll rent a movie— spend all night talking about boys, if you like.” She went over to my desk and started looking through my stuff. “W hat are you doing?” I asked. “Where’s your address book?” “Why?” “Ah, found it.” She flipped through some pages. “Here it is — M att Medina. This his number? I’ll call him for you. You won’t have to do a thing.” I just sat there. “I’m dialing.” She dialed. After a pause she F U E N T E held out the phone. “ It’s ringing.” I ran over, jerked the phone out o f her hands, and slammed it down. “Aren’t you going to finish braiding my hair?” I sat down again. She stood behind me and continued the braid. We were quiet for a long time. Jess avoided meeting my eyes in the mirror. “There, you’re braided.” She picked up a hand mirror o ff the dresser and showed me the back o f my head. “A tornado couldn’t undo that.” “You mad?” I asked. N o answer. She wandered over to my wall and plucked a photo graph o ff my bulletin board. but it came to me that day during rest period, so I wrote it down. I called it “Through Thick and T h in .” It was about friendship. I think Jess was the only one who knew what it meant. When I finished reading it and sat back down beside her on the log, her eyes were wet. N ow Jess spoke in a quiet, thoughtful voice. “D o you re member the promise we made to each other that summer?” “We were only 11,” I said. “W hat did we know? I’m 16 now. Things are different.” “ But do you remember?” Jess leaned up against the desk and looked at me. “About growing up slow?” I asked. “We said we’d take our time growing up. And we’d always be there for each other. Through thick and thin.” She paused for a second, then held out her hands and said, “Well, here I am. This is one o f the thin times.” “Maybe this is one of the thick times.” “No, the only thick thing around here is your noggin.” I was beginning to think she was right. The door slammed downstairs, and my dad called my name. “U p here, D ad.” A moment later he appeared in the doorway. He walked over and kissed me on the forehead, then tapped Jess on the knee. “Afternoon, ladies.” He looked at us both. “Uh-oh, heavy con versation. M ust be about boys. O K , I’m leaving.” He looked at me closely. “Everything all right?” “Yeah, D ad.” “O K , dinner in 15. Staying for dinner, Jess? M y grilled-cheese sandwiches are legendary. I pour a mean glass o f milk, too.” / COULDN'T BBTRAY HIM - AND / COULDN'T BETRAY M/SELF. W s\ r j She looked at it and smiled. “Remember this?” She showed it to me. It was a picture o f two skinny girls in braces, sitting in a canoe. “Yeah, camp watchamacallit.” The real name was Cam p Washmacawt, because it was on Washmacawt Island, but we called it camp watchamacallit. We roomed in the same cabin and had been best friends ever since. At the closing campfire we had had a chance to stand up in front o f everyone and say something— what we got out o f camp, or to thank certain people, whatever we felt like saying. I read a poem. I’d never written a poem before, Jess smiled. “T hat’s what I hear. Thanks, but I have to be going.” D ad moved to the door and turned. “Hey, that’s some hairdo. Bet a hurricane couldn’t shake that one loose.” He went back downstairs. We were quiet for a while, then Jess said, “Your dad is so cool. I can’t believe he still kisses you like that.” “What? Like I’m 6 years old?” “N o, I mean it’s nice. My dad doesn’t even know I’m alive. You’re lucky.” “Yeah, I guess I am .” Jess stood up and slung her book bag over her shoulder. “G otta go. You do what you have to do. But leave me out o f it. I’m not covering for you.” As she left she flicked the pho tograph to me. It landed face up on the floor in front o f me. I sat there thinking o f all we’d talked about. Things were start ing to make sense. This was not a decision to be taken lightly. I thought o f the promise we made to each other. I thought o f Matt. But maybe what I thought most o f was my own father. I could still feel the moist spot where he’d kissed me. I touched it with my hand. Jess was right. I was lucky to have a dad like him. I couldn’t betray him -and 1 couldn’t betray myself. I knew the right thing to do. W hat was true when I was 11 was still true. T hat promise I had made back then was really a promise to myself. But it was nice to have a friend like Jess to remind me. I tore downstairs and out the front door. Jess was halfway down the block when I caught up with her. “Why don’t you spend the night?” I asked. “We’ll make some popcorn, and you can show me how to do the braid.” “Now you’re talking.” “Through thick and thin,” I said. Jess smiled. “Through thick and thin.” We headed back to my house, arm in arm. I had a phone call to make. TA L IS T E N (IS S N 0 0 2 4 -4 3 5 X ) J a n u a ry 1996, V o lu m e 4 9 , N u m b e r 1. P u b lis h e d m o n th ly b y T h e H e a lth C o n n e c tio n , 5 5 W e s t O a k R id g e Dr.. H a g e rs to w n , M D 2 1 7 4 0 . O n e y e a r $ 2 4 .9 7 (U S ); O u ts id e U S $ 2 7 .9 5 (U S ). S e c o n d C la s s p o s ta g e p a id a t H a g e rs to w n , M D . P O S T M A S T E R s e n d a d d re s s c h a n g e s to L IS T E N , P.O. B o x 85 9 , H a g e rs to w n , M D 2 1 7 4 1 . 1 -8 0 0 -5 4 8 -8 7 0 0 , A la s k a o r C a n a d a , 1 -3 0 1 -7 9 0 -9 7 3 5 . T h is p u b lic a tio n is a v a ila b le in M ic ro fillm fro m X e ro x U n iv e rs ity M ic ro film s , 3 0 0 N o rth Z e e b R o a d , A n n A rb o r, M l 4 8 1 0 6 (3 1 3 )7 6 1 -4 7 0 0 . P rin te d in U .S .A . Friendly Advice When pressure and problems crop up for the average teenager, 91 percent say they turn to a close friend. For 30 percent the person they turn to could be a school or religious counselor. USA Today Fatal Legacy On average, 26 percent of mothers infected with the HIV virus will pass it on to their babies. Jo u rn a l o f the A m e ric a n M e d ic a l A ssociation Auto Deaths Almost half of traffic crash deaths and crash injuries continue to be alcohol-related. Drinking and driving is the leading cause of death among teenagers. ICPA AIDS Inflation The number of people infected with the AIDS virus will more than triple to 40 million by the end of the century, according to a recent UN population and migration report. The report also estimates that as many as 1 million people will die annually of AIDS by the century’s end. USA Today P H O T O : ED G U T H E R O Alcohol and Fam ily Four in 10 Americans have been affected by drinking in the family. One in every three families is affected by alcohol. An estimated 76 million are affected by alcohol abuse, having been married to an alcoholic or problem drinker or having grown up with one. ICPA L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 C hew ing Popularity H e a rt Jitters Tobacco companies sold 124.7 million pounds of smokeless tobacco in 1991, up from 121.9 million the previous year. Moist snuff is the most popular and, scientists believe, the most carcinogenic. The highest use is among men ages 18-24. Associated Press O n lin e Studies suggest a link between heavy coffee drinking and heart trouble. Those drinking more than five cups per day are subject to an increased risk of heart attack and death compared to those drinking little to no coffee daily. E p idem iology Lost Inhibitions Statistics show 1 in 10 people between the ages of 15 and 24 will attempt sui cide. Less than 20 percent come to the attention of medical or mental health professionals because of the failure of others around them to notice warning signs and take appropriate action. Suicide Research D igest “If we don’t recognize the influence of alcohol, then we are wasting a lot of time and a lot of money in trying to prevent teenage pregnancy. When teenagers drink, they do things they wouldn’t when they are sober; one of the things is to conceive a child irresponsibly.” C. Everett Koop, M.D. Former Surgeon General G et Your Veggies With the recent focus on vegetables and their role in cancer prevention and other good benefits, more than 56 percent of American shoppers report buying more vegetables. USA Today Teen Suicide Optim istic Results Members of Fundamentalist religious groups were found to be far more optimistic than followers of moderate or liberal religions, a recent study sug gests. Optimistic people are less vul nerable to depression, and optimism correlates with high achievement. USA Today verywhere you go there’s drink ing,” my mom is constantly saying. “Don’t drink.” And I’m saying, “Sure, Mom.” Sticklers? Arbitrary? Spoilsports? Well, whatever... To demand, ask, or even beg you to pass up the fun everybody else is having by saying no even to beer? Hey! E w \ y som e weird crim eit happens again and again, like every day. Read the papers. Would it be worth it? Alcohol is behind a big majority of jail sen ten cesand many of the criminals are the young. Ask one of those kids what they’d give to be out again, ! to have a clean record, a new chance! If only they’d done it differently. Maybe all this partly explains just why your mom and dad, who love you, say no to drink-even one (which can start a bunch). They have no reason to want to spoil your fu n thev just want you to live to have it. They want you to have a chance to live life, to find out what you can do. They want you to stay alive and smart and free, with a chance at happiness. Believe it! All the books on earth, no doubt, couldn’t hold the terrible tales o f what liquor’s done to men and women down through the centuries. D on’t believe all the fake prom ises o f a good time, lots o f laughs. The real cost of drinking is im possible to com preh end-enough to know it robs millions o f life and its real joys. Most smart people, like your parents, have seen many good p eop leadults and clean, healthy, beautiful kids-w ith all kinds of good chances ahead degraded, dragged down, lost to real life. That’s why they say no to your drinking. WHY YOUR PARENTS SAY NO “Sure, sure, sure," you agree, not even listening. Right? But just suppose it’s tom or row, and suppose those few beers or spiked drinks that got everybody going real good meant a funeral? Maybe your own funeral? Or the death of your best friend, sister, or brother? Sort of like with tens of thousands of kids your age who had “fun” with drinks. They never lived to graduate from high school or college. Never got a chance to be tops at that promising career or to have a fam ily-because of that dumb car sm ashup. Or how about all those kids who had drunken sex, and it m essed up their lives a lot of different ways and for good? Forever, that is. Would it be worth it? Ask som e of the kids it happened to. Or go ahead and ask the other tens of thousands spending lives behind bars for “ ALL THE BOOKS ON EARTH, NO DOUBT, COULDN'T HOLD THE TERRIBLE TALES OF WHAT LIQUOR'S DONE TO MEN AND WOMEN DOWN THROUGH THE CENTURIES.» V A L E N T R Y DUANE b v L IS TE N /JA N U A R Y • 1 9 9 6 believe. About the only thing that really works is to catch him at a “good mood moment” and calmly ask him not to act this way anymore. Explain to him that when he does this it really does make others around him feel uncomfortable. Tell him that you’ll go to bat for him in situations if he’ll show you some respect and courtesy in front of your friends. Good luck! I hope you have success in getting him to quit this obnox ious behavior. Listen up, teens. Say Hi to Jennifer Acklam, America’s Homecoming Queen. Jenny is a busy gal, traveling all over the U.S.A. as a teen ambassador. But Jenny wants to hear from you. Send your letters to us at LISTEN maga zine, P.O. Box 859, Hagerstown, MD 21741, and w e’ll pass them on to her for the column. M y bro th er is 13 (tw o years y o u n g er than I a m ). He a lw a y s thinks he's being fu n n y w h e n he m akes fun o f m e in front of m y friends. H e calls m e n am es— a n d m akes m e look so stupid w h e n e v e r other people are a ro u n d . I'm sick o f it. W h a t can I do to get him to stop this? Oh, do I ever know about younger brothers who love to tease! They never seem to pass up the urge to poke fun at older sis ters. Believe me, I’ve been through many years of this and more situations than you could ever L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 A g ro u p o f m y friends h av e been sneaking out o f their houses on w eeken d s a n d m eeting som e w h e re to d rin k beer. Their parents think they a re asleep fo r the night— but really, th ey a re sneaking out a n d then sn eak ing back in before their parents w a k e up. They w a n t m e to com e w ith them . They say w e 'll never g et caught. I d o n 't k n o w if I should try it once o r not. W h a t d o you think? I think definitely not! Just because you can get by with something and not get caught does not make it right. Sneaking out could lead to very unsafe consequences, such as accidents, police arrests, and bad decisions, especially if alcohol is involved. Don’t risk your future dreams on one moment of madness. I sit n e a r a bunch o f guys in a r t class, a n d th ey a re a lw a y s goo fing o ff. The o th er d a y I s a w them p layin g a card g a m e a n d betting m oney. I actu ally s a w them h an d in g each other $ 5 bills. I w a n t to tell the teacher, but I d o n 't w a n t those guys to find out th a t I told on them . Help! First of all, you are posi tively right in reporting this to the teacher or principal. Gambling in any form is usually illegal at school. When gambling occurs, fighting and steal ing often follow, as the situation gets out of hand. Therefore, schools feel it is important that all gambling activity be stopped. Try talking to the teacher about what you have seen in class. Tell the teacher your desire to remain anony mous. I’m sure your wish will be respected. If in a couple days this situation does not improve, then consider telling the school principal, school coun selors, or even the police. Gambling in any form is serious and should be stopped immediately. I think you should be applauded for your concern and efforts. ZA 7 BY GARY B. SWANSON P H O T O S : DAVID ost of us would get at least a little nervous applying for a summer job at M cDonald’s, taking that first driver’s test, explaining to our parents that D on our geometry exam, maybe giving a speech in English class. These are the kinds o f things that give most of us sweaty palms. But for 18-year-old Dominique Dawes, getting a case o f the butterflies doesn’t come from everyday fears. When she gets nervous, she’s usually in a sports (continued on p. 28) BLAC K This young lady is Olympic-ready and up to the gold standard. They call her. LIS TE N /JA N U A R Y • 1 9 9 6 ould I have made I ■ a difference? U Maybe if I’d stayed with them -talked or argued stronger! “Jing! Bing! Ker-cbuk, ker-chuk, ker-chuk!” “Mike, they’re yours—three games. Order me a fried egg sand wich and a chocolate fizz. Your machine.” VirGene Boe sauntered tiredly toward the second booth. “ Forget it, V ’Gene. I’m in the next cribbage round. Mike Nordeen, Norge Hous Tourney champ. This is the week! Jess, you take them. Order your big cousin his dinner. Big Norske’s hungry. What are you thinking about, Jess?” Jess looked up at Mike from his paperback. “Coach Clarke told me last night at the sales barn that he’d open up the equipment shed today. We got weights, stop watches, footballs, dummies, sled, hurdles. Why don’t we?” “V ’Gene wants to head up to Belmond to the races. World Outlaws this weekend. He’s got a coolerful.” “Mike, why do you want to sit on hard bleachers, watch stock cars and sprints on a dusty dirt track instead o f lifting and work ing out for our senior year?” “ It’s July, Jess. It’s vacation! N o school. It’s drags— street stock— Kinser running in the fea ture. Why work out now? Two-aday next month. Plenty o f time.” “Mike, remember when we spent days at Old Park on the dam, before the new track? You and VirGene always wanting to go up the willow path to the cave and the raft we were making o f railroad ties, clothesline, and tubes? Downriver to the still pool L IS TE N /JA N U A R Y • 1 9 9 6 at Stork’s hole and an uprooted tree at the bend in the river? Smoking wood, cannonballs, ball rackers. Lying on the sandbar, hot air thick with cicadas, waiting for a summer breeze. And your cousin Sandra, and Kay, and Marjorie? Diagrams in the warm mud and sandy clay? Leaping like bullfrogs off trunks hot in the sun?” “Yeah, Jess. And hiking to first dam with your .22. V ’Gene with his .410 looking for redtail hawks. Me and my spin rod. You and Olson boiling corn, Sunk River catfish, bullheads, sunfish fillets, and that humongous carp you tried to fry.” “ Hey, Mike, check out VirGene. He’s goin’ down! Too much Sat urday night at the Sales Barn! I can’t believe Rhoda served him. I f she gets caught, she’s busted. V ’Gene’s drinking again? He thinks you’re paranoid about drinking because o f your dad’s drinking. Says you’re afraid if you have a couple you’ll be drunk. V ’Gene says he can drive good as your dad after a few beers. His car knows the way home.” “Mike, I told VirGene about OPP counselors at the VA Hos pital in Des Moines laughing at me when I said I was too smart to be alcoholic. After seeing what it did to Dad and Mom, I told VirGene it really made me mad. He just said, ‘So, if it’s a disease, you can’t do anything about it. Isn’t that what they say? Then who cares? You got it or you don’t. Don’t fight it.’ That’s all VirGene would say.” “His relatives and yours on the Boe side, they sure have enough // I CAN'T BELIEVE RHONDA SERVED H IM ... I KNEW HE HAD TOO MANY BEERS TO DRIVE H O M E ... You know, three strikes and you’re out. After what Coach Clarke said, I can’t believe he’d risk it.” “Says Coach’d never kick him o ff the team. Needs a big two-way tackle too much.” “I don’t know. After VirGene won Shuffle Bowl I knew he’d had too many beers to drive home. I thought Coach Clarke might see him. He always checks.” “Coach left after the horse sales. After V ’Gene started playing Haggard over and over, Coach was gone.” “Good thing. Mike, did you see VirGene hitting on Rhoda on grill line-bum m ing cigarettes, messing her orders, taking the T-bone? I couldn’t hear for the grill, custo mers, truckers, auctioneer, ranch ers, farmers. Rhoda and VirGene had some plans. Ask your sister. Rita was working the line later.” “Rita’s going to Belmond, Jess. I told V ’Gene I’d probably go. What about you? You still bugged o f it in the family,” Mike finally replied. Jess glanced over at VirGene, asleep in the booth. “They don’t talk about it. I just don’t want to drink. Coach’s talked enough about it for me. And Pastor Skibsrud at Luther League. I don’t know. I just decided not to.” “Well, VirGene thinks that’s why you won’t go to races. Staying in town then? Going to work out with Olson? Why don’t you get our brothers too? Get the fresh men pumped. I saw them getting oles, night crawlers, and doughall at home. Yeah, big brother, Reynold and Steve’ll work out and lift and run with you. Good old Freddies stay home. Skibsrud showed them drunk-driving films for confirmation. You can talk them into going. But not V ’Gene.” “Mixin beer and driving, Mike, all the way to Belmond and back, to watch races on a hot dusty track. I’d rather lift, work out, E " . .. I WALK BACK TO M Y BOOTH.. AND UNFOLD THE PHOTOCOPIED ARTICLE AND READ IT A G A IN ... run patterns, get in shape for senior year. We won’t have another chance.” That conversation was three months ago. Now it’s October. I’m sitting in the Bertha Bartlett Memorial Library reading the arti cle in the Story City Herald again and again. Staring at the pictures. Across this shiny table I see stacks where I know my name, Mike’s, our brothers, VirGene’s, and his sister, Nadine’s, are listed on checkout cards inside the front covers o f many o f the same books: The Black Stallion, The Yearling, Wahoo Bobcat, Goal to Go .. . O n the wall beside me is a framed picture o f the Story City Volunteer Firemen, and the apple trees on the vacant lot across from Munson’s Garage, where VirGene and Nadine and Mike and our brothers and Olson and Paul Thom as David Hirdman, and Eddie Frette, and the Munsingers, and all o f us wound up after playing bicycle ditch. Where Nordeen’s visiting cousin, Parker, fell out o f one o f the apple trees and broke both bones in his arm. The lot where our old house was burned after we had a green apple fight, before the volunteer fire department training team burned the house to the ground. Dark smoke and flames flicking out windows and holes in the roof, clinging on edges. Red trucks, 12 brown hoses, black skins. Yellow crashing fire. Singed, sick smelly air. H ot pipes and people gawking. Afterward a lingering taste and smell o f cheap smoked cheese. Burned grass, scorched apple trees— we thought they’d never produce again. That fire in our old house and on our playground lot killed things. The car accident killed more: hopes and dreams and reality that will never happen, never develop from the dreams to the reality it would have been. Later in the afternoon at Jerry Erickson’s Valhalla Viking Inn Restaurant, I walk to the back wall and look again at the picture o f last year’s team. Bob Moore’s grinning face. How often he’d snap me the ball, and I’d pivot, and lay it into Mike’s hands as he dove over VirGene’s right tackle position, and I’d fake the bootleg. Or we’d fake the dive and second man through, step back into the pocket or jump-pass to Jon Olson stepping long and high down field for his one-hand special grab. We only won half our games with so many underclassmen, but the town’s expectations were so high for this year. And there’s Mike’s picture. Blond hair, bright brows, reflect ing the sun, cool smile folds under quick-witted eyes— like James Baldwin in our American lit book, I was always going to tell him. And VirGene’s high cheekbones and big Norseman size. My cousin so much bigger than I, always reminding me o f the Boe side o f the family. Strong quiet north ern Norway type. N ot like me. But his blood was part o f my blood. And now’s gone. I walk back to my booth at the Valhalla Viking Inn and unfold the photocopied article from my book bag and read it again: “Two local boys die in an automobile crash about 8:00 p.m. Sunday on Highway 69 between Blairsburg and Belmond. The youths in both cars were northbound on their way to a racing event. Highway patrolmen investigating the crash say the two cars apparently locked bumpers at a high rate o f speed. Parts o f the car and beer cans were scattered far, and bodies were found some distance away in a bean field. The funerals are to be Wednesday and Thursday at Immanuel Lutheran. LarsonSoderstrom Funeral Home will handle arrangements.” I decide to walk to the cemetery before it gets too dark to find the white stones, copperoutlined American Legion mark ers, the dates and names. Could I have made a differ ence? If I’d been there? If I’d stayed with them? If I had talked or argued stronger? I don’t know. What is alcoholism? Was VirGene an alcoholic, or on his way there? Is alcoholism in our family? Can you do any thing? Would that even matter? I’m not even sure what Pastor Skibsrud said at the funeral. I just don’t know if I could have made any difference. Maybe— if we’d all stayed together. I do know about the white stones, the small red crosses, American Legion markers with thin metallic borders. And the long grass starting to grow over them. Those are all real. They are there, and you can see them, the dates and names: VirGene Boe and Michael Nordeen. L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 Bill VOSSlfR or seven years —2,500 days, or more than 60,000 hours-W alt and August wouldn’t speak to each other. They would sit opposite sides o f the church they attended. When they would spot each other on a street in our small town, one would cross to the other side or stalk back the other way. They would speak ill o f each other behind the other’s back. What could have caused such a massive rift between friends? Theft o f valuable property? A love gone bad? One cheating the other? None o f the above. Rather, a rumor. Walt had heard that August had said something nasty about him. August was incensed that Walt had believed it. So for seven years they held a grudge against each other and missed out on the support that their friendship could have offered them, had offered them before. Seven years! How can you make sure that grudges don’t develop and take over your life? Or once they’ve developed, how can you conquer them? The American Heritage Dictionary defines a grudge as a deep-seated feeling o f resentment or rancor. “Resentment,” say John-Roger and Peter McWilliams, in You Cant Afford the Luxury o f a Negative Thought, “is anger directed at others. It accumulates over time.” Other synonyms for “grudge” include grievance, ill will, bitterness, and hard feelings. That’s the definition. But everyone who has ever held a grudge knows what a grudge is by how it feels: an unpleasant battery-acid gnawing in the pit o f your stomach whenever you think about the situation, see the person, or think you might bump into the person. As the McWilliamses put it: “We avoid people, situations, [and] activities” in service o f the grudge. Grudges aren’t new. In the ILLUSTRATION: ED GUTHERO f L IS TE N /JA N U A R Y • 1 9 9 6 on • f illi t M IW W E / t HOW TO H A N D L T G R U D G f S eighth century B.C. the Greek poet Hesiod wrote, “Potter bears a grudge against potter, and craftsman against craftsman...” Just about everybody bears grudges, big or small, at one time or another. Few people plan to hold grudges; instead, for most people grudges just seem to happen. To help prevent grudges you need to know why they develop. There are many reasons. Here are a few major ones: □ Dissatisfaction with self Often grudges develop out of self-dissatisfaction. People feel inadequate, defensive, awkward, or whatever. They don’t feel good about themselves. □ Comparing self to others. Too often people with negative self-feelings compare themselves to others. The result is predictable— jealousy, anger, hatred, grudges. The Desiderata, an essay on living better, says if you compare yourself with others, “you may become bitter or vain, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.” □ Lack o f communication. Someone heard that Joan said Shana was a little weasel. 13 “Did you hear what Tomas said about you?” And people believe these rumors. □ People change. Sometimes grudges develop because a friend chooses other friends, or two friends no longer see eye-to-eye. □ Neglect. Sometimes friends or family members feel neglected. Dr. Miriam Kohn, a psychologist at the Chevy Chase Center for Psychotherapy in Washington, D .C ., asks, “Are they feeling neglected? Are they feeling that they need a pat on the back, or a ‘it’s nice to see you’?” These are just a few o f the reasons grudges develop. But equally important is knowing how to prevent grudges from ever starting. □ Concentrate onyour strengths. Work on your self-esteem. Make a list o f what you’re good at: cross country skiing, talking to little kids, defusing your mom’s anger. If you repeatedly tell yourself how good you are at these things, then you won’t feel so insecure or prone to compare yourself with others. You will just feel better about yourself. (This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to improve on your weakness es; just don’t dwell on them.) □ Compare yourself to yourself. You can’t change other people only yourself. So measure progress by comparing yourself to what you want to accomplish or be in life. If you want to be a straight-A stu dent, view yourself only against the backdrop o f your grades, not others’ grades. Make your goals reasonable and attainable. □ Look for the good in other people. And when you find it, tell them. Say that Mary Ellen is the best free-throw shooter you’ve ever seen; tell John that you’ve never seen a quicker mind. Just make sure they’re honest compliments. You’ll be surprised how much good you’ll find. □ Be kind. Nothing stifles grudges like kindness. □ Assume the best motives for others’actions. Assume the best o f your friends. Don’t be blind to dangers, but put the best construction on what people say. For instance, if someone says 14 “Nice hair,” accept it as a compli ment. If someone says something hurtful, assume they weren’t trying to hurt you-unless it’s obvious. □ Communicate clearly. Don’t play games; don’t expect others to know what you’re thinking. Always listen to the other person’s point o f view. You may not always agree—you’re a different human being than your friend is-b u t if you’re always communicating with people around you, the chance of a grudge developing is minimal. But what happens if you’ve done everything you can to prevent grudges and you still get involved in one? □ Decide i f it’s a grudge worth resolving. M ost grudges are worth resolving, but at times it just THE LONGER A GRUDGE GOES ON THE WORSE IT GETS AND THE HARDER IT IS TO RESOLVE kkkkkkkkkkk doesn t pay. You must decide. “Sometimes,” says author Melvyn Kinder, “we just have to let go o f certain conflicts and move on with our lives.” n Walk in the other person’s moccasins. Often a grudge is driven by hidden motives and frustrations, like when you get mad at your cat because you had a bad day in gym. Sometimes a person’s family life is the pits, or their pet got killed, or they were the victim o f a crime. This doesn’t excuse their behavior toward you, but it will help you to understand where they’re coming from and help you make some decisions for how t o ... □ Confront the grudger. The longer a grudge goes on, the worse it gets and the harder to resolve. Look at the old story o f the feuding Hatfields and McCoys. Confront the grudger, but do it gently and humanely. It might be as simple as “What can we do to settle our grudge?” or “I don’t like what’s going on.” Almost anything you say to take the initiative will get the process going to alleviate the grudge. □ Talk it out. W hat is the real problem? Try to figure out what went wrong and where it went wrong. □ Be honest, but don’t accuse. This isn’t easy; nobody said it would be. But it works. As English poet William Blake wrote, “I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end.” □ Apologize where you were at fault. It takes two to make a grudge, no matter how small one part may be compared to the other. Apologize for your fault. Then. . . □ Make necessary changes. Offer to make changes i f you really want to, or really can. Sometimes the other person might want something you can’t or won’t change; for instance, you might be good friends with a person whom your other friend doesn’t want you to keep. □ Forgive and forget. Put the grudge behind you. “Don’t keep a backlog,” says Dr. Michael Zentman, professor o f psychology at Adelphi University. “No one can defend themselves from something that happened before.” So forget it; don’t bring it up later and bop your friend on the head with it. You can prevent grudges as well as resolve them, if you want to. It takes energy and it takes time. But don’t wait too long, as Walt and August did. After seven years o f grudging, Walt, my stepdad, and August, my uncle, made up-w hile Walt lay on his deathbed. It was too late for two old friends to take advan tage o f their mended friendship. You’re different-you still have time to prevent or resolve your grudges. L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 Dream Dale As he walks you to your door, Your hands are shaking like a leaf. Will he leave you something to remember Or just something to wish for? He takes your hands in his. You get close to his crystal-clear skin, And look into his deep-brown eyes. Then suddenly you remember— The garlic you had for dinner. As you gaze at him, magnificent muscles Turn into scrawny sticks. His crystal-clear skin Suddenly breaks out, And you realize his deep-brown eyes Are really contacts. So much for your dream date! S a r a h T eb b e, 16 Short H il l s , N ew J ersey ART & PHOTO: ED GUTHERO Wonderland's Decay The valley was cold that morning she k n e w Still crisp from the cool nightly freeze. She breathed out a sigh of sorrowful chill, And spoke to the wind of her pleas. The tears in her eyes formed frosty white flakes; The frost on the ground told the time. Never again would she hear the wind singing; The end of it all was a crime. She realized her desperate lack of help, For nobody cared for her needs. Her life crumbling slowly, a bitter retreat, And the rivers run full as she bleeds. The cold and ice were part of her too— Yes, she would miss them for sure. People knew she was dying, yet in their callous ways Their icy hearts found no true cure. They've polluted her heart, the soil of the earth, W ith sadness she chokes on her skies. Her veins, the blue rivers, now turn yellow-gray, As w ith acid rain teardrops she cries. L etic ia W o l f , 16 O o lte w a h , Tennessee Take a ride on Freedom’s wings; take control of what you sing. Make life what you want for you; go and do things that you choose. Take a trip to Freedom’s shore, then over fields and mountains soar. Life is there and in your hand; this is yours and Freedom’s land. Take control of what you sing; take a ride on Freedom’s wings. J im S c h u b e r t , i 6 A tlanta, G e o r g ia REALITY OFDREAMS Let your dreams become reality, and let reality become your dreams. Dream until your heart is content, but when you dream, dream of the future and not of the past. Let the past be put aside to make room for the future. Let bygones be bygones, and let your dreams become reality; Because reality is what life is all about. Put aside all those heartaches, miseries, and pains of the past. And bring forth the happiness, pride, and joy of the future. So let your dreams become reality and let reality become your dream. Ro b e r t E y a n Lo v e l a n d , C L IS T o lo r a d o 15 16 L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 o f ours is a com m er cial pilot for a wellknow n airline. W hen on a trip to N ew M exico by car, he m ade the m istake o f speedin g and was stop p ed by a tough highw ay patrolm an. “ O K , fellah,” said the annoyed officer, “ L et’s see your p ilo t’s license.” O u r yo u n g friend hesitated a m om ent, then decided to bring it forth. T h e patrol m an stared at it, laughed, and said, “Well, I guess I asked for that” and w ith a friendly w arning allowed the p ilot to continue on his way. the preserves on the tablecloth!” T h en bow ing in her direction, he led the applause, turning her blunder into a con tribution tow ard the success o f the evening. |k * OW, MOST OF US KNOW I \ BETTER TH A N H H t o REPEAT I « T H E SAME MIS ^ TAKE TWICE. P IL L U S T R A T IO N : RICK T H O M S O N HERE'S NO L. . DOUBT ! ABOUT IT; ALL OF v US M AKE L MISTAKES. M urp h y’s law tells us that i f anything can go w rong, it w ill. Perhaps so, b u t it’s also been said that h a lf the things that go w rong turn ou t right. R obert H illyer once told o f a college student w ho m istakenly w andered into the w ron g classroom an d becam e so inter ested in the subject that he m ade it his lifetim e career. A n d it proved to be an exceptionally lucrative career. Even E m ily Post, w hose books on social graces are still used for reference, BY JU L IA N A LEWIS w asn’t w ithout her share o f blunders. She w rote o f an experience that h appen ed to her at a prestigious international dinner o f the G o u rm et Society. G esturin g w ith her h an d while conversing w ith the person sittin g next to her, E m ily hit it against a large bowl o f syrupy preserves being offered by the waiter. A s the spilled syrup spread over the w hite tablecloth, the society’s president rose to his feet and with tw inkling eyes said, “ Ladies and gentlem en, I have an extraordinary an noun cem en t to m ake. O u r guest, E m ily Post, noted authority on eti quette, has spilled LIS TE N /JA N U A R Y • 1 9 9 6 For as C icero p u t it: “To stum ble twice against the sam e stone is a proverbial disgrace.” However, there are tim es w hen even double blunders can be p u t to good use. A professor friend o f m ine at a sm all college in w est Texas once drove his car to D allas, where he’d been invited to deliver a lecture. H is speech m ade, he caught a plane hom e, only to rem em ber at his doorstep that he’d left his car in D allas. W hereupon he prom ptly proceeded to the bus station and purchased a roundtrip ticket to Dallas! T h e professor invari ably told this story in his classroom on those occasions when attention lagged. It never failed to w o rk -b rin g in g not only a chuckle but an attentive class. T T PAYS TO LOOK ON THE FUNNY SIDE OF LI FES MISTAKES I and keep right on trying. A s Edw ard J. Phelps, a form er U .S . am b assador to G reat Britain, said in a speech at M an sion H ouse, ÍÍ THE PERSON WHO MAKES NO MISTAKES DOES NOT USUALLY MAKE h e re a r e TIMES A SENSE OF HUM O R IS ALL TH A T S NEEDED a n y t h in g ” to turn a m istake around. A neighbor 17 Genealogy sounds sorta stuffy-but for a real blast try ... ILLUSTRATION: BRUCE DAY CHECKING OUT THE FAMILY TREE BY 1O ELEANOR McKEE L IS TE N /JA N U A R Y • 1 9 an you name your great-grandparents? You probably know your mom’s maiden name, but what about the surnames of your grand mother’s parents? If you are like most people, you can name one or two great-grandparents and that’s it. Try this on for size: if you were able to continue your backward trek in time and could trace and locate 10 generations, you would have a quota of 1,024 grandparents! This backward journey to identify our ancestors is called genealogy. It’s detective work, really, but all you need is an inquisitive WORKING mind and a willingness to ask wi ^*rU) or -n ON A F A M I L Y H I S T O R Y IS questions and locate answers. LIKE PUTTING Want to find out more TOGETHER about the family tree? Well, THE P I E C E S let’s begin by getting organized. OF A P U Z Z L E . You will need a three-ring, loose-leaf notebook and threehole notebook paper. You can use one divider for each family surname. For example, if your surname is Johnson and your mother’s maiden name is Wright and your grandmother’s maiden name is Ruscetti, you will label your dividers Johnson, Wright, and Ruscetti. Easy, huh! Always start with the present time and move backward. A good beginning is to inquire about your aunts and uncles. Call and let them know that you are C W L IS TE N / JA N U A R Y • 1 9 9 6 M ' working on a family history. Ask if you may visit. Take a notepad and tape recorder, and have your questions ready. And if your grandmother lives nearby, well, you already have a wealth o f information available in her family reminiscences. Once your grandmother has shared her life with you, ask her what she remembers o f her parents, grandparents, and greatgrandparents. Find out about her brothers and sisters. When did they marry and where did they die? Where are they buried? Where are their children? If you talk with a great-grandpar ent, you will notice that many fam ily stories weave around and through famous events o f the past. Ask them all kinds of questions to really put things in perspective. Who was president when they were born? What do they remem ber about the Great Depression? Do they remember their first car? How much did they pay for gas back then? What did they do for entertainment when they were young? Do they remember relatives coming to visit? Maybe you cannot talk with your relatives in person. No wor ries; you can always write them and get plenty of good stuff. To make their job easier and to encourage cooperation, begin your letter by explaining your project and asking for their help with the project. Enclose a self-addressed, stamped envelope, and a list o f questions, with a space left for their answers. If you are seeking information about two different family mem bers, such as Wright and Johnson, enclose two separate sheets. When they come back, just punch each with a hole punch and put in the notebook. Remember filing sys tematically can be just as important as gathering the information in the first place. Don’t forget the basics. You should first o f all complete the basic information: □ a. names of parents □ b. birth, marriage, death, dates, and places, spouses’ names, children’s names □ c. names of grandparents, 20 IT'S DETECTIVE WORK REALLY... YOU NEED A N IN Q U IS IT IV E f u i 1 1 » Mi l WILLINGNESS TO ASK QUESTIONS AND LOCATE ANSWERS. birth, marriage, death information, children’s names and birthdates □ d. names o f great-grandparents, birth, marriage, death information, children’s names and birthdates. Then add all the good, juicy family details to these fact hangers. After you have exhausted your personal sources of information, you will need to move on to public records. This helps you verify your data and often fills in gaps of miss ing people, dates, and places. These public records include church registers, tombstones, voter registrations, vital statistics, and probate records. In the county clerk’s office o f the courthouse you will find birth and death records. In large cities these records are kept by the vital statistics office. You may also find useful tax records in the courthouse. Sometimes it will be necessary to write a letter to the courthouse asking for information. The letter should be typed, double-spaced, and short. Give only as much information as necessary to help the person answer your questions. Ask only one or two questions and enclose a stamped, self-addressed envelope. And be aware that there may be a small charge. Moving on to your public library, you will often find old newspapers recorded on microfilm. Ask the librarian for assistance in pulling up information. Working on a family history is like putting together the pieces o f a puzzle. And each piece adds a special dimension and color. Things like which relatives served in the military? Did someone in your family take part in a famous battle? Did any family member survive a disaster such as a flood, drought, or fire? Maybe there’s a famous ances tor among the puzzle pieces. Black families have unique traditions that sometimes include slave biographies. Did they leave a farm or plantation after the Civil War? How did each choose his last name? Is there a fam ily tradition of what country they came from? Some family members inherit personal belongings such as jew elry, books, pictures, needlework, or quilts. Others have inherited valuable silver utensils or antique furniture. These items take on new meaning as you learn o f their past and former owners. You may want to take photographs o f family heir looms and their present owners. Try collecting signatures and displaying them attractively in a way that illustrates the family relationships. It will give your history a very personal touch. You might encourage each family member to write a note or story o f some special event, with his or her signature. You might even include a collection o f favorite recipes from different relatives. When your family history is as complete as you can make it, you have several options. You could present it to close relatives as your gift to honor, or in memory of, special relatives. If the local or state library or his torical society or university library in your research area keeps a file of area family genealogies, they might welcome including a copy o f yours. The Genealogical Society Library in Salt Lake City collects family histories from everywhere. Send them a copy. Simply beginning with what you know and going from there can be a fun project. The pieces to your own unique puzzle are scattered and waiting. Genealogy is a fascinating and never-ending hobby. Have fun! ££ L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 I H A D NEVER M ET HER BEFORE. I NEVER SAW HER A G A IN . I'L L NEVER FORGET W H A T SHE LOOKED LIKE. by T. Langdon Fisher ILLUSTRATION: FRANCIS LIVINGSTON M y FIRST IMPULSE WAS SIMPLY TO REACH OUT AND SHAKE HER, TO SAY, "HEY, WAKE UP! ARE YOU OK?" SHE looked so normal. When made up for a night out, with her hair done, she had probably been quite pretty. Her nudity was clinically practical, but the bright lights and the metal table she was lying on still seemed cruel som ehow - so harsh and cold. I wanted to com fort this person, to tell her every thing would be all right. But this silent young woman wasn’t both ered by the hard metal table beneath her or the ceramic bowl that was her pillow. And every thing was not going to be allright. The young woman, in her early 20s, was lying in the county morgue, dead, it was suspected, o f a drug overdose. A law student from the local state university, I was there to observe a forensic (law-related) autopsy as part o f an internship with the county attor ney’s office. I was unnerved by the situation when I first entered L IS TE N / JA N U A R Y • 1 9 9 6 the autopsy room with Dr. Blackham. Dr. Blackham, one o f the pathologists who conducts forensic autopsies for the state, explained that a full autopsy was necessary because drug overdose cases sometimes turn out to be homicides. Like simulated car crashes, the “O D ” is a favorite cover-up scheme of murderers. This woman, whom I’ll call Beth, was found dead in the bathtub by her female room mate that morning. The room mate hadgone to bed early the previous night, leaving Beth and a male acquaintance talking in the living room o f their apart ment. As the doctor was filling me in, he and his assistant, or “diener,” were preparing for the autopsy. I was bothered by the sickly, languid horror stirring within me. I struggled to keep my feelings respectably inside. But why wasn’t my reaction more clinical, more scientific? My own father is a pathologist in another state, so death and autopsies had been com m on enough topics o f conversation as I grew up. Yet in all those years I had never observed an entire “ post” (postm ortem examination) from start to finish. And the human corpses I had seen were either elderly or persons already prepared for funeral. Beth, on the other hand, was young and had none o f the stiff, wax-figure appearance I must have subconsciously expected. As Dr. Blackham began his external examination, Beth’s joints were fully mobile, her skin still soft under his touch, adding to the bizarre illusion that she was simply asleep and could at any moment rise up, yawning and rubbing her eyes. The surface examination did not go far before the first sign o f a drug overdose was found. Traces o f a thick, frothy foam at the edges o f Beth’s mouth were typical o f drug overdose cases, the result o f sharply increased breathing rate and salivation. While looking for other evidences o f overdose, the pathologist was also watching for signs indicating a cover-up o f the drug-taking. There were no “tracks” on Beth’s arms, as are often found on consistent intra venous drug users. Dr. Blackham had been informed that Beth was from a middle-class fam ily-to the doctor this meant that if Beth had been shooting drugs, it was probably something she would 21 WANTED TO COMFORT THIS PERSON AND TELL HER EVERYTHING WOULD BE ALRIGHT... EVERYTHING WAS NOT G O IN G TO BE ALRIGHT. hours prior to her death. Now the jewelry was removed and sealed in a manila envelope. First it would go to the police, then later to Beth’s mother and father. N o further external evidence o f trauma was found: strangula tion, suffocation, or drowning would have left telltale changes in Beth’s physiology. Before the internal examination began, the diener took photographs o f Beth’s body from various perspectives, and close-ups o f the needle marks we had found. Now the internal organs would be removed for individual inspection and to get specimens that would be examined under a microscope. The skin and flesh o f Beth’s abdomen and chest were parted with a scalpel, a somewhat gory process, but still reminiscent o f surgery. For quick access to the chest cavity, however, large tree-pruning shears crunched through her ribs in a few easy strokes. My sickly sensation 22 expertise, while blood and bodily fluids spilled down the drain. Small sections o f each organ would be kept in plastic vials; later these sections would be cut into slices just a few cells thick and mounted on slides. Her liver, Dr. Blackham told me, was o f slightly firmer consistency than normal, with a yellowish tint, indicating that Beth was probably an alcoholic, booking into the rubbery, twisting tube o f Beth’s bowels, the doctor could even tell what she had eaten recently. It seemed so intimate— as though we were somehow violating her privacy. But while my feelings o f pity and curiosity about Beth were increasing as blood, urine, and other fluids splashed and swirled in the running water beside me, my own instinct for self-preserva tion made me take a step back from the sink’s edge. With an intravenous drug abuser there is always the possibility o f AIDS. The whirring sound o f a small motor caught my attention, and I turned to witness the continued disassembly o f Beth. The diener was testing a miniature handheld reciprocating saw, which he then set down. I wondered later if this “test” had been meant to get my attention, and that the diener actually enjoyed having an audi ence for his craft. A scalpel sliced across Beth’s hairline at the back o f her head, from ear to ear. The entire scalp was then peeled forward, almost yanked forward, in one piece, exposing the bloody white o f the skull. Beth’s hair and scalp rested on her face like an inside-out wig, while the small saw was used to remove one neat section o f the skull from the base o f the ears to the top o f the head. The grayish, convoluted brain was excised and lifted out o f its lifelong shell with surprising ease. Beth’s brain was then partitioned and repartitioned by the experienced hands o f Dr. Blackham, as the other organs had been. The leftover pieces o f Beth’s organs, including the brain, were put in a plastic bag and placed in the chest cavity. The breastplate would be returned and the incision sewn up by the diener. The skull top would be wired or glued back into place. Nothing unexpected would be found even microscopically. The autopsy would yield no evi dence o f murder, and although the blood samples would later indicate lethal levels o f injected cocaine, there was no evidence o f force. Beth had simply over dosed. A self-induced “accident.” But somehow I am sure this accident could have been prevented, that Beth could have found some other path. If at some point in her life an image o f this scene-nightmarish for its raw reality-had been as indelibly set in her mind as it would be in mine, she might have lived differently. But there she la y a pretty young woman on a cold metal table, her lips pulled back into a brief, illusory smile, her own scalp and hair sewn back onto her brainless skull. Zt LIVING STO N I o f horror grew more intense as this “sleeping” young woman’s chest was popped open like a box and the stench o f the human interior filled the air. 1 continued my questioning o f Dr. Blackham with as much outward poise as possible, asking where certain organs were located and what was normal and what was not. For instance, the yellow color o f the fat layers beneath Beth’s skin, the doctor informed me, is normal for human beings and is the same color as the fat in pigs, as opposed to the white fat found in cattle. The breastplate was set aside, and Beth’s organs were removed and placed on a cutting board beside a metal sink. Fler chest cavity loomed open, empty. One by one Dr. Blackham sectioned the organs with rapid ILLUSTRATION. FRANCIS want to hide from her parents. Sure enough, recent needle marks in Beth’s right underarm and between the toes o f her left foot were located; even her gums and tear ducts were examined as possible sites for injection. Several older needle marks were also found in other hidden places -Beth was an addict. During this initial inspection, subtle, poignant reminders stood out like final assertions o f individ uality from this coldly mute woman. Three cloth and elastic bracelets dangled from one wrist, and five rings decorated her hands. She had delicate butterfly earrings in pierced ears. Each o f these items undoubtedly held some meaning for Beth, even if it was only that she found them pretty or fashionable. She had put the pieces on as early as 14 or 16 L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 O Y O U SEE Y O U R BAC : M & M S AS HALF EMPTY OR H A LF TO BE E N J O Y E D ? Is your soda pop can half gone or still half full? When the school team is five points behind at half time, are you glad they have so much time left in which to pull out of their slump, or are you ready to “Turn out the lights, the party’s over?” Does the whole world dump on you? Are you a creature of gloom and doom, regardless o f the weather? Or do you keep a spare rainbow in your jeans pocket, especially for your rainy days? If you’re an optimist, you always see the sun peeking through the storm clouds. If you’re L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 OR PROPHET OF GLOOM? a pessimist, the smallest cloud in your sky threatens you. Take this quiz and discover your type. 1. You interview for an after-school job. When you tell your parents about the interview, you say: □ a.“They’ll never hire me. I don’t know why I even applied.” □ b.“Oh, no! I forgot to tell them about my job last summer! I probably blew it.” □ c.T think I’d be great at the job. I don’t know how many others are applying, but I think I have as good a chance as anyone.” PHOTOS AND ART: ED GUTHERO 2. For the school science fair, you and your lab partner design a mock-up of an active volcano. When first prize goes to the team that created a beating heart, you say to your partner: □ a. “The teacher always did like those guys better than us.” □ b.“If only I’d come up with a more realistic lava flow, we would have snagged first place.” □ c.“Wow! Second prize. That’s cool. What can we do next year to win first place?” 3.You go shopping for new jeans and discover that the size you usually buy feels a little snug. You think: n a. Fat! Fat! Fat! I am so fat! □ b. Ooh, those after-school snacks have caught up with me. I should try on a pair o f jeans with a different cut before □ c. L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 leaping to conclusions. 4.The TV evening news reports on the unemployment rate and the state of the national economy. You react with: □ a. “Why bother going to school? By the time I get out there, the only job I’ll be able to land is washing cars.” □ b. “How in the world will I ever be able to make it?” □ c. “There’s always room for a good worker. Besides, by the time I get there, who knows how the economy will be? 5. You made a date to meet a friend at the mall. The time comes and passes. Fifteen minutes later you wonder: □ a. Probably he/she never intend ed to meet me in the first place. □ b. Maybe I told him/her the wrong time. □ c. He/she probably got stuck in traffic. TO SCORE: Total your A’s, B’s, and C ’s. M ostly A’s: The pessimist in you is strong. You think nothing ever goes right and that trouble is forever. To become more upbeat about life, begin by changing the messages o f failure that you send yourself. When things don’t go right, instead of saying, “I’m stupid,” or “I’m a failure,” reassure yourself with, at a time, M ostly B ’s: You’re too heavy on yourself. You think you’re to blame for anything and everything that goes wrong. Relax a little. Give yourself a break. Remember, bad things happen occasionally no matter how hard you try to avoid them. M ostly C ’s: You are an optimist about yourself and about life. You know that troubles don’t last. When trouble comes, you may get down for a short time, but you bounce back quickly. And on the whole, you are probably healthier than your more pessimistic friends. ^ 25 R{ A L Pf 0 P Lf SPEAKING OUT AGAINST JANUARY 1996 A L I S T E N S PE CI AL BACCHUS TO THE FUTURE P H O T O : C/O BACCHUS A C C H U S - Boost Alcohol Consciousness Concerning Health o f University students. BA CCH U S was founded in 1976 at the University o f Florida by a graduate student developing a cam pus alcohol education program and writing peer education materials. Today there are 750 clubs at colleges and universities across North America. At Salt Lake Community College club members focus their activities on promoting responsi bility and fun alternatives to drinking, such as creating a mock cocktail recipe book and selling some o f those nonalcoholic drinks on campus at a “smart bar.” The club also has sponsored the dis play o f sections o f the national A ID S quilt at the college, distrib uted healthy treats to classmates for the Great American smokeout, and organized a collegewide health week, which included a fun walk and run. As an annual event in December, BA C C H U S raises money to buy Christmas presents and food for a needy family that has a family member attending the college. “Each activity BA C C H U S sponsors has some purpose or message the club is trying to share with other students,” said Diane Cashel, Salt Lake Community College BA C C H U S club adviser. 26 DRUGS Slama ALCOHOL AND DRUG EDUCATION PEER SUPPORT TEAM Students Helping Students Rasourc* Title Hours Monday-Friday (0:00 a.m. ■ M O pm Pot Mori MonMUon Oil 967-4268 or VWI Ul mCC 230 S A L T L A K E C O M M U N IT Y C O L L E G E • BACCHUS l e a d e r s Mike Worthen a n d D i a n e C a s h e l o f S a l t L a k e Co m m u n i t y C o l l e g e s p r e a d the w o r d a t a r e c e n t s t u d e n t event. b a c c h u s ’s mission of educating and helping others has extended beyond the college. The group hosted nationally renowned speaker Chuck Jackson to take part in Red Ribbon Week, a week dedicated to eliminating alcohol and drug abuse across the country, and they have helped with many area community service projects, such as providing workshops for high-risk students and working with the Salt Lake Neighborhood Housing Organization. Salt Lake Community Col lege’s BA C C H U S club encourages all students across the campuses to get involved. The group is diverse, with members from different disciplines and ages ranging from 18-year-olds to a grandmother. Throughout the year B A C C H U S members speak to Salt Lake area high school students about substance abuse, AIDS prevention, drinking and driving, and other responsible issues. “We try to tell high school students about healthy choices they can make. It’s kind o f like preventive maintenance for them. A lot o f high school and college students experiment. We try to educate them so that they will choose to become responsible citizens. We let the community know that we’re working in the direction to help students know that there is some sense in this crazy society,” club president Worthen explains. At the local high schools B A C C H U S club members don’t lecture to students, but rather try to interact with them. Worthen L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y - 1996 said the students listen when they hear BA C C H U S members’ expe riences with alcohol or drugs and how their lives have changed since they quit that lifestyle. Cashel said that the most effective way for students to overcome their alcohol depend ency is when they are able to talk honestly with their peers about their alcohol habits and attitudes. “ B A C C H U S students are being role models for their peers, show ing them they can be productive and still be as ‘cool’ as when they drink,” she said. “It’s B A C C H U S’s aspiration that once they showcase their program, others will start their own. We’re taking an active part in the involvement o f substance abuse prevention in the commu nity. Education in prevention never stops. It isn’t limited just to students,” Cashel said. THIS GUY BELIEVES by Diane Cashel Mike Worthen, 23, of Kearns, Utah, is a normal, active college student. He studies com puter science, rollerblades and mountain bikes with friends, and shares a love o f the out doors with his girlfriend. Worthen stands out among his peers. He was recently named Outstanding Student Club Leader at Salt Lake Community College for his work as BA C CH U S president. He also was chosen from more than 120 nominated regional members for the Outstanding Student Award. B A C C H U S, a national organization on more than 750 college and university campuses in North America, is dedicated to promoting responsible alcohol choices. Under Mike’s direction the B A C C H U S club offers fun alternatives to drinking and drugs. Worthen is a former alcohol and drug user who has witnessed, firsthand how it can destroy a family. “When I was 5,” he rememL IS TE N / JA N U A R Y • 1 9 9 6 bers, “my 18-year-old half-brother got drunk and shot himself in the eye. About eight years after, that he had deteriorated so much that he couldn’t take care o f himself. When I was 16, my 32-year-old brother died from an overdose o f drugs and cocaine. All my brothers and sister were in that messed-up scene.” Mike learned about drugs when he was 7. “I was out in a field near my home with my brothers and sister and cousins when they were trying marijuana. I didn’t even know what it was,” he said. Throughout his childhood and teen years Mike experimented with drinking and other drugs. When he was 16 he dropped out o f high school. “Even when my brother died and I was carrying him as a pallbearer, it didn’t hit me to stop. I was freaked out and thinking This is my brother! but I kept on. My parents knew about us kids being involved in drugs and drinking, and they tried to get us to quit, but we wouldn’t. I thought we were having too much fun,” he says. When he was 18, his girlfriend convinced him to go back to high school. “I finished, but that’s about all you can say for that,” Worthen recalls. “I was still drink ing with friends from my grave yard shift at work. I even fell once when I was drinking at home; I went right into the Christmas tree. My sister helped me up and fixed the tree so my parents wouldn’t know.” Something had to give with the cycle o f addiction. “I came home from work and partying with friends after the graveyard shift, and I wanted to die,” Mike remembers. “I didn’t like the life anymore. I didn’t think I would live until morning.” He awoke his mother and told her. She kept him up for a few hours, talking, and then stayed by his side that night. “In the morning she made me look up and call a local detoxification unit. I didn’t want to. I figured I had made it through the night, so I’d be O K. She was tired o f the strain on her family and didn’t want to lose another son, so she dragged me there,” he says. " . . . I N THE M ORNING SHE MADE ME LOOK UP AND CALL A LOCAL DETOXIFICATION UNIT. I D ID N 'T WANT T O ." Almost five years ago Worthen quit that lifestyle, which he calls a “vicious circle,” and now focuses on helping others, including his sister. “She’s trying to quit, but can’t quite make the commitment. She can’t believe that she can do what I did —but she can. My fam ily is really proud o f me now that I’m in college. I’m helping others in what I struggled through and being honored for it.” WORTH CELEBRATING by Julie Slama Salt Lake Community College has something well worth celebrating: a lower percentage o f students drinking alcohol compared to other colleges and universities across the country. A survey by the Drug and Alcohol Prevention Education Department showed that 57 percent o f Salt Lake Community College students don’t drink alcohol. Nationwide polls indicate only 13 percent o f the college students don’t consume alcohol. “Even though Salt Lake Com munity College students’ statistics o f drinking alcohol are lower than others, that doesn’t mean that we don’t need a substance abuse program,” says Diane Cashel, Salt Lake Com munity College alcohol and drug prevention education director. “We still need to help those with substance abuse prob lems now and students who may have them in the future.’ ££ 27 (continued from p. 9) arena with thousands of people watching her every move. And she cannot afford to get sweaty palm s-not in gymnastics. That’s pressure! Yet Dominique overcame her nervousness to win a bronze medal as a member o f the U.S. women’s gym nastic team at the 1992 Olympic games in Barcelona, Spain, and swept all four events in the National Gymnastics Championships at Nashville,Tennessee, in 1994, a feat that hasn’t been accomplished since 1969. By winning that champi onship, she replaced seven time world championship medalist Shannon Miller, who finished second in through the day. As a student at Gaithersburg (Maryland) High School, she didn’t take the easy way out. Along with the usual classes, he has been studying theater as an elective. She’s been thinking that performing on the stage may be some thing she’d like to do later in life. “I don’t really have a favorite subject,” she says. “None of them come easy for me at all.” Now that she’s graduated from high school, though, she’s already accepted a scholarship to Stanford University. For now she’s focused on preparations for the 1996 Olympics in Atlanta. When most other kids her age have taken off for the mall or the 1 IM FOR NOW S H E ' S F OC U SE P R E P A R A T I O N S F OR THE 1 9 9 6 L Y M P I C S IN A T L A N T A . . . I T ' S A DAI L Y S C H E D U L E THAT D E M A N D S G R E A T D E A L OF D E T E R M I N A T I O N □ each of the events. Dominique has had to learn at a young age how to deal with being jittery. “I’m usually pretty nervous before an event,” she admits, “but I try to calm down my nerves and think about confident things that I’ve done in my workouts.” This is just the kind of business-like, no-nonsense remark that you’d expect from “Awesome Dawesome,” as her gymnastics teammates call her. From the moment she rolls out of bed at 5:00 each morning, she knows exactly what she has to do to get 28 movies, Dominique heads for a grueling seven-hour work out at the gym with her gym nastics coach, Kelli Hill. It’s a daily schedule that demands a great deal of determination. And determination is a word that has been very important to Dominique. Her father, a health-products salesman, remembers when, as a 9-yearold preparing mentally for a gymnastics competition, she scrawled the word determination again and again across the mirror in her room. But such devotion to gym nastics pays off. Without it there’d be no Olympic bronze LIS TE N /JA N U A R Y • 1 9 9 6 medal— and the success she enjoyed at the National Gymnastics Championships in Salt Lake City. At that event she won gold medals in the vault, uneven bars, bal ance beam, and floor exercises. It’s the kind of performance that catches the attention o f college and university gymnastics teams. In fact, Dominique received college scholarship offers from the University o f Utah, the University o f Arizona, Oregon State University, UCLA, the University of Georgia, and the University o f Alabama before she decided on Stanford. It’s a tall order for someone only 4 feet 11 inches tall and 88 pounds. But Coach Hill says she’s up to the challenge. championships in Birming ham, England, in April 1993. Rather than settle for a sure shot at a silver or bronze, Dominique and her coach decided to try a more difficult maneuver than was in her usual routine. She landed the first vault, but fell on the sec ond, a miss that dropped her into fourth place overall. “I try not to get frustrated,” Dominique explains. “I work on failure by thinking that I always have something else to improve on. Sometimes it’s a little difficult to balance my gymnastics with the rest of my schedule, but most o f the time it’s easy.” Even so, it’s a schedule that offers very little time to do anything else but eat, sleep, . . . S H E GETS THE O P P O R T U N I T Y T O T A L K TO F E L L O W T E E N A G E R S A B O U T THE I M P O R T A N C E OF L I V I N G H E A L T H F U L L I V E S AND S T A Y I N G IN S C H O O L . She admits that Dominique is “a little overwhelmed” by all the media attention she’s received since her recent successes around the world. But “we always thought some thing like this was possible,” Coach Hill says with a smile. “Competing at the high level I do has helped me to develop my skills and confi dence,” Dominique says. But she knows that success in gymnastics hasn’t always been easy or instantaneous for her. She needed an unusually high score in the vault event to pass the leader for the gold medal at the world LIS TE N /JA N U A R Y • 1 9 9 6 and exercise. But Dominique manages to find time to make occasional appearances before youth groups in the Washington, D .C., area. She says in that way she gets the opportunity to talk to fellow teenagers about the importance o f living healthful lives and staying in school. It’s a message that she truly believes in; her everyday routine shows it, and her international accomplishments prove it. And as each gym nastics meet comes to a close, Dominique Dawes is getting more medals and fewer butterflies. ££ 29 editorial JUST « B E T W E E N US H ap p y Families The real question is— Why do people, ana young people in particular, risk so much to fool around with drugs and drug-like substances? As part of the job of editing Listen magazine, I get to attend a lot o f conferences, I get to hear a lot of officials talk pompously about their local drug problem (or deny having any problem— right!), I get to read a lot of news releases, and I get to study the latest figures from all over the world on drug use and prevention. And overall I sense a growing sense o f desperation among the professionals about really licking this problem and making a difference. Earlier today I spent a little time reviewing a CBS special report on the drug problem internationally, complete with a discussion on how we should taclde the problem here in North America. Almost out of desperation many o f the experts on that program were suggesting that we follow the unproven European experiments with drug legalization and drug maintenance for registered addicts. Even allowing for the hyperbole in the statement o f ex-U.S. drug czar William Bennett, that with drug legalization we will have 50 million drug addicts in this country, I think any sane person knows a bad situation would only worsen with looser controls. But where is the answer to our drug war? I’ve come to the conclusion that the issue is hardly one of drug use at all. Our schools, teachers, and administrators are currently totally at their wits’ end dealing with a brutal epidemic of inhalant use among students. With inhalants we have entered a wild new frontier where it seems almost any substance can be used as a drug to produce a high of sorts-and where many cleaning items can be seen as potential kid killers. We can’t ban every brand of cleaner or solvent-based product. No, the problem is not drugs and the control of particular substances at all. The real question is Why do people, and young people in particular, risk so much to fool around with drugs and druglike substances? I am more and more convinced that a well-balanced young person growing up in a supportive loving home, guided by caring teachers, and in association with friends of a similar background will never take drugs or feel a need to take drugs. I’m of the opinion that any human being with a sense of purpose in life and goals for the future will automatically steer clear of a hazardous encounter with drugs or any such deleterious activity. What am I saying? I’m saying what the Johnson Foundation found to be definitively true—that family/home influences are the major deter miners of whether or not a young person will take to drugs. I am saying that our society as a whole needs to communicate upbeat, positive values to all citizens, including young people. I am saying that ultimately the drug problem in this country is a crisis of the spirit. And as such, the answer lies in the area of human goals and aspirations and values rather than relying only on interdiction, enforcement, and even aversion therapy. I’m saying that the Listen approach is the only sane one. Positive alternatives-offering something better. L I N C n 55 T argeT Hi M A D IS ® N YOUTH TO YOUTH L N Editor Lincoln E. Steed Editorial Assistant Anita L. Jacobs Designer Ed Guthero Director, Periodical Sales Ginger Church E ditorial Consultants W in to n B eaven , P h .D .; H a n s D ie h l, D r .H .S c ., M .P .H .; W in sto n F erris; Patricia M u tc h , P h .D .; T h o m a s R . N e slu n d ; S to y Proctor, M .P .H .; F ran cis A . S o p e r, L itt.D .; Je n n ife r A c k lam ; D e W itt W illiam s, P h .D .; L ars Ju stin e n ; E d G uth ero . 30 L IS T E N /J A N U A R Y • 1996 SAY WHAT? 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