Teaching your kid's right from wrong..I got it wrong.
I always believed in teaching my kid's right from wrong...I took that seriously, it was one of my main roles as a dad.
One was to teach them to walk away from trouble, don't become a victim, don't stand out from a crowd when trouble was brewing.
One exception being...if they saw somebody in desperate need of help....a female, a friend, family or the elderly.
If they had exhausted every option to avoid trouble and the only route was to meet violence with violence and to do anything they could to come out the winner....self-defence is your last option so make it count by any means necessary.
Last night made me think I'd got it wrong.
I got a call from my lad at about 0230 asking if I could pick him up urgently...he had been punched by a guy and there were 3 of them threatening him.
I got in the car and drove the short distance to the club....taking a mere 3 minutes.....only to find him outside, covered in blood.
He has a tooth missing, a broken nose, a wound to his head and lips split wide open.
His crime? guiding his friend away from these scum who had threatened his pal.
By all accounts the mouthpiece grabbed my son and dragged him through the emergency exit door.
My lad was doing well one on one until a pal of the attacker launched a ferocious volley kick to my son's head and face.
I got it wrong.....he should have taken advantage after the first punch....at least the security staff would have been on it in a flash....the whole situation could have easily been reversed giving him the upper-hand.
We found out quite quickly who the clowns are....now, what shall I do.....hmmmm