I used to HATE when my dad said this… “Let’s Reason This Out.” I knew that it meant a long conversation about why my idea was a bad one.
We used to get advertisements in the mail for 12 CDs for $1.00. I loved those letters! My sister and I would pick out all of the music we wanted and then go ask Dad for his credit card to place our order. We were met with a “Let’s Reason This Out” lecture. There was some fine print on the back that we missed apparently. We were subjected to a 2 hour lecture about why it was not a good idea to give them your credit card number. Oh the memories!!!
Last night, I found myself thanking him for these conversations.
Last week I was listening to a guy tell a story about a series of bad choices that he had made. I was shocked by what I heard.
First mistake: he friended a coworker (a girl) on Facebook. She turned around and called him a nickname in a post. A name that his wife didn’t like.
Second mistake: not unfriending her right then.
Third mistake: he went on a company outing to a national park. At this particular place they had one of those “we’ll take your picture on the way in and sell it to you on the way out” places. Somehow (I really don’t know how) he ended up in a picture alone with this same coworker.
Fourth mistake: not buying the picture or paying the people selling them to get rid of it.
Fifth mistake: letting another one of his coworkers buy the picture, frame it and display it at work.
Ugh. I’m serious. This is a true story.
Sixth mistake: Telling more people about it!
Seventh mistake: Telling someone, who makes fun of him relentlessly, where to get a copy of the picture.
As I’m listening to this story “Let’s Reason This Out” flashes through my head. I stop and ask him why is he telling us this story and why is he telling this guy where to get a copy of the picture?
He gives me a blank look like he’s not sure why I would ask that question.
The only thing that we can gather from this is that reasoning is kinda like common sense, something that not everyone has. I’m so thankful that I grew up with parents that “tortured” me with those lectures. It was really important. Some kids weren’t so lucky. I’m very thankful that I was and will make sure for certain that my children are too!