Everybody shut up and leave her alone. Parents, stop raising your kids to be this helpless. ↓ 42 people agree! And for Pete's sake stop bossing people around. And, um, pay this problem solver the same you would a man.
Just leave her alone and let her deal with it. This is an opportunity to develop some coping skills. BTW, parents, when you raise your kids like they're too retarded to handle anything on their own, this what they grow up to be.
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grow up? she's in high school. she still has a ton of time to grow up. and how can you give parents advice when you're only a teenager...judging by your youtube profile
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+Ben Wicker High school student does not understand what to do with glass, I would say he has a point.
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She needs to go to college, major in wimmens studies and become empowered.
That and call Safelite.
Hillary will save her.
Someone's very fortunate they didn't spell 'womyns.'
Does everyone remember when you were young, and someone broke a glass, one of your parents would yell, 'don't move!'
Wimmen caint speel gud, at least when they get to college and take "studies" classes. Or class studies or whatever stupid shit they do in order to earn .666 of what men earn.
My first car was covered with hail damage. It was hilarious. It was depressing also, because the hail happened right after I purchased the thing. I don't recall blubbering on like that.
Perhaps we need a new law and Solyndra funding for broken windshield glass and survivor training. These poor girls shouldn't have to suffer any such stress. Throw in some free birth control for good measure. Make it a ballot issue and increase the tax levy! Do it for the grrrls! haters.
Grumpy old men can spell neither, 'cause it's wimmenz, chief.
That's "jefe", chica!
On the other hand there are these:
https://shine.yahoo.com/healthy-living/life-lessons-from-marina-keegan-posthumous-book-of-essays-184224610.html
"4. Value life — all of it.
“People are strange about animals. Especially large ones,” she writes in one essay. “Daily, on the docks of Wellfleet Harbor, thousands of fish are scaled, gutted, and seasoned with thyme and lemon. No one strokes their sides with water. No one cries when their jaws slip open. I worry sometimes that humans are afraid of helping humans. There’s less risk associated with animals, less fear of failure, fear of getting too involved.” "
Shouldn't Obama voters have PTSD by now? How do they avoid it? With the love and hope of a battered spouse with a bloody lip and a black eye.
http://hotair.com/archives/2014/04/10/video-obama-2008-ad-warned-about-mccaincare-obamacare/
Let's compromise.
Oh, that's unfair. If I came out and my car was trashed I'd probably be a bit upset, too.
On the other hand... you get a cardboard box and sweep up the glass. Dur.
Oh... and part of the reason she might be totally freaking out is that in *school* there's really strict rules about where glass goes so that no one cuts themselves packing down the trash can, but in the real world you just throw it away.
Okay, this child is how old, sixteen, seventeen? She's upset because the car her parents have trusted her with has been damaged. She doesn't know what to do about it during the instant she discovers the damage.
She wants to do whatever is right, but doesn't know what that is. She doesn't want to leave broken glass on the parking lot, and doesn't know what else to do with the glass. She's a kid, and this has not happened to her before.
In her moment of trouble, a "friend" whips out a cell phone, videos her, and then puts the video on YouTube.
Where grown-ups who should have some sympathy for a young woman can ridicule her for their own amusement.
Holy Schnike - where did you locate that picture? We thought there weren't any images of great-uncle Angus extant!
You know damn well that's you at a re-enactment.
Does everyone remember when you were young, and someone broke a glass, one of your parents would yell, 'don't move!'
Um....no.
My parents would say. Pick that up! Here is the broom and the dustpan and do be careful. Also don't be breaking things....again......(Damnit DBQ!!!)
Yes. It is upsetting when something big and expensive gets broken. But for crying out loud. DEAL with it without the drama and hysterics. How in the world is she going to cope when something really shattering or important happens in her life.
The coddling of our young people by government, forcing overwhelming unnecessary rules, making children afraid of everything...plus the idiotic helicopter parenting that has become the norm has raised several generations of helpless nincompoops.
Hey gals, you're not alone, I too go to pieces when sumpin bad happens outta the blue. But then I regroup. As this gal will, given a few minutes. Okay, hours. On the other hand I used to say to strangers, "We're all in it together." I got blank stares back.
DBQ, you badass :)
Once a few years ago my dad was mowing the front lawn and a young woman came up to him in tears because she'd hit a cat. He told her he'd bury it, and said to her in that comforting-joking dad way that it was okay anyway, the cat had nine lives.
Deborah, that reminded me one night we hit a dog. Rather the dog hit us. Ran out from nowhere right through the snow as if intending to intersect our trajectory. HIT! Runs off limping, we found it but it would not let us near. Just kept snapping at us. All this took time on a snowy weekend night, we were meeting up with a group to go out to dinner. Everybody else was already there at the meet up house having cocktails. We were late. Told our exasperating story to impatient listeners. A pause. One guy breaks the awkward silence, "Best excuse for being late I ever heard!"
It's hard to hit an animal, but a dog is the worst.
It's hard to hit an animal, but a dog is the worst.
Actually, skunks are the worst.
I once had an experience like Chip where a dog ran out in front of my car and there was no way to avoid hitting it head on. It was a pit bull that was literally trying to attack the car. The worst thing was that my 5 year old daughter was in the car with me in the front seat. (This was when you could have your children ride with you like human beings instead of being strapped like mental patients in the back facing the rear seat.) I had to concoct a story to calm her and let her think that the dog was OK. (It wasn't).
Even though the dog was an asshole, I still feel bad to this day about hitting it.
Here in the flesh, is a typical Obama voter.
They should run her out of Texas.
The Gratitude of Women
ricpic: When your battery's dead and you need a jump, I'll be there. When your muffler's dragging and you need someone to crawl under and hitch it up with a coat hanger, I'll be there. When you've shredded a tire after losing traction in the rain and doing a 360 across a wide grass median into the on-coming lane, and have to clear the crap out of your trunk to reach the spare, I'll be there.
Once when driving my kids to school I hit a bird. For the rest of the ride they enacted a courtroom scene, with one talking and the other, Mrs. Birdie, chirping all of her statements.
Is she the younger Julia? not sure if serios!!!
Emotions are energy. They drive thoughts and the young woman in this video doesn't appear to know how to identify what she's feeling and move forward in thought. She's caught in overload and spin, and is revealing distress. Helping people (especially young children) learn how to process overwhelm is something adults do through recognition and modeling.
Both stories about the responses given when animals were hit reveal left brain "thought" responses delivered with emotional calmness and deflective humor. They offer one possible way to regard the experience and wrap it up; and in doing so they model a response. Although neither acknowledge the distress inherent in accidentally killing or wounding an animal, the dad offers kindness and the party guy, relief.
Back when the deaf woman received hearing and was about to spin out of control from the sensory overload and emotion she was experiencing, the calm tech did an amazing job of staying present and helping the woman (Joanne) move through the overwhelm to find center. The tech didn't attempt to shut down or dismiss the emotion being experienced along with the new sound, or deflect it, She recognized what was happening and helped Joanne modulate with the use of acknowledgement and grounding. She lightly touched her client's knee and said "It's all right it's a big, big life changing day" She affirmed throughout with phrases like " You've done so well...it's such a huge thing" and brought Joanne back into focus and homeostasis with tasks (repeating months of the year) which allowed the woman hearing for the first time to find a place to "be" in the midst of something her brain and body was experiencing as new.
Joanne's experience was huge; the hail survivor's maybe less so, except for the fact that it was new to her and she didn't have the "tools" on board to handle it. At which point she needed to hear what needed to have been said years before and that's: "I see you're __________(distressed), what do you need or want?"
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