Society always on the alert for wrongdoing

Bretrick

Bretrick

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At the baseball, a flyball goes over the building and keeps going. I am about 200 meters from the general vicinity of where the ball ended up.
A couple of people look for the ball and can not find it. So I go over to where I thought it might be.
There is a young boy, not 10 years of age with a baseball and bat. I ask him if it was his ball and he said yes.
As I am walking back to my seat I see a lady walking towards me, saying to her son, "Come back here where I can see you"
She looks askance at me and I say, "I was looking for the game ball and asked the boy if it was his ball"
She said, "It is his ball"
I made this post because I left myself open to suspicion regarding single men and young children.
There is always a possibility that the mother would call the police and tell them there is a suspicion guy walking around with young children around.
Note to self - Never speak to young children when there are no adults present.
This is the world single men live in. Suspicion abounds all around.
 

Bretrick said:
At the baseball, a flyball goes over the building and keeps going. I am about 200 meters from the general vicinity of where the ball ended up.
A couple of people look for the ball and can not find it. So I go over to where I thought it might be.
There is a young boy, not 10 years of age with a baseball and bat. I ask him if it was his ball and he said yes.
As I am walking back to my seat I see a lady walking towards me, saying to her son, "Come back here where I can see you"
She looks askance at me and I say, "I was looking for the game ball and asked the boy if it was his ball"
She said, "It is his ball"
I made this post because I left myself open to suspicion regarding single men and young children.
There is always a possibility that the mother would call the police and tell them there is a suspicion guy walking around with young children around.
Note to self - Never speak to young children when there are no adults present.
This is the world single men live in. Suspicion abounds all around.
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Sometimes they will befriend the adult/adults to gain trust and seem like the most kindest of all people, once they offer to take the child off alone (even to go to a food booth) .... wake yourself UP! Yes suspicion should always be present.
 
IrishEyes said:
Sometimes they will befriend the adult/adults to gain trust and seem like the most kindest of all people, once they offer to take the child off alone (even to go to a food booth) .... wake yourself UP! Yes suspicion should always be present.
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I agree with you. I stuffed up. Lesson learnt.
 

Bretrick said:
At the baseball, a flyball goes over the building and keeps going. I am about 200 meters from the general vicinity of where the ball ended up.
A couple of people look for the ball and can not find it. So I go over to where I thought it might be.
There is a young boy, not 10 years of age with a baseball and bat. I ask him if it was his ball and he said yes.
As I am walking back to my seat I see a lady walking towards me, saying to her son, "Come back here where I can see you"
She looks askance at me and I say, "I was looking for the game ball and asked the boy if it was his ball"
She said, "It is his ball"
I made this post because I left myself open to suspicion regarding single men and young children.
There is always a possibility that the mother would call the police and tell them there is a suspicion guy walking around with young children around.
Note to self - Never speak to young children when there are no adults present.
This is the world single men live in. Suspicion abounds all around.
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Agreed. When I was a psych.nurse, I made sure I was never alone with a female patient. The consequences of accusations were always on my mind. Some patients are unable to tell the difference between reality and delusions. And, of course, being a lecherous male, any accusation was true.
 
My late husband worked with children and youth for his entire career. His undergrad and graduate degrees were in guidance and counseling. He was, at times, a teacher at a school for kids who had been kicked out of other schools, a summer day-camp supervisor, a counselor for juvenile delinquents, a child abuse and dependency investigator, a supervisor of the county juvenile corrections facility, a juvenile probation officer supervisor, and a counselor in a jail for young women, along with other jobs. He was also the troop leader for our daughter's Brownie Scout troop, the only male leader in the state and only one of seven in the nation at that time.

He also organized a "mothers' group" of single mothers who met at our house at least once a month to talk about child raising. I worked a lot and wasn't really involved. Once again, he was the only male involved and this group had been requested by the mothers at the day care center my daughter attended.

He had an uncanny ability to work with children. He loved children and they loved him in return. He never raised his voice, he never made threats. He just had a way with them and they wanted to please him by behaving.

That said, there were some parents who did not trust a man around their children. I honor their decision, but in this case they deprived their children of a relationship with a strong man who set a good example of how men are supposed to act.

He always had to be strongly "vetted" for these positions.

We all have to be careful who our children are around, but we also have to not make our kids afraid of life.
 
Regarding the OP. I consider things like that. There is a beautiful park in a town not far away. My wife and I used to go there on Sunday afternoons. There are walking trails and such, and parking places with nice views. After she passed on, I returned to it, had lunch in my car; got out, took a walk. I've never been back. I wasn't comfortable with the idea that families, not knowing anything about me, may suspect I was there for the wrong reasons. I don't like that, and it doesn't seem fair, but if I get those feelings, it ruins any pleasure from going.
 
I saw a young man with brown/blue/and green hair ends working at a store.
He was wearing high wasted baggy pants. Cotton but not denim. He had
something else in his hair, not sure how to describe a half turbine?
I didn't say high. I guess I felt Leary!
 
MACKTEXAS said:
Regarding the OP. I consider things like that. There is a beautiful park in a town not far away. My wife and I used to go there on Sunday afternoons. There are walking trails and such, and parking places with nice views. After she passed on, I returned to it, had lunch in my car; got out, took a walk. I've never been back. I wasn't comfortable with the idea that families, not knowing anything about me, may suspect I was there for the wrong reasons. I don't like that, and it doesn't seem fair, but if I get those feelings, it ruins any pleasure from going.
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Uh Huh, being alone is a lot different from being together. After my wife passed, I walked my Cotton a lot with me for a couple of years.
My wife and I now, do our thing on the UTV and golf carts mostly. An Afternoon well spent is a thought. Creek and Timber Trails, Dumpster
diving, you name it. Looking for Mushrooms and golf balls too. Fresh air and outdoors too! I've lost interest in the pontoon boat and fishing though. It sits there stored, maybe someday but not soon.
 

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