The letter N stands for Never ...
... never judge a book by its cover.
I'm actually talking about teenage boys. They carry themselves a certain way on the outside, but there is so much more going on, on the inside.
Here's a follow up to a previous post (LIFE) about the drunk driving program that was conducted at my children's high school.
My 17-yr-old son came home on Thursday, and I asked him how the assembly went. He shrugged his shoulders and tried to change the subject. I brought him back to the topic and told him I'd like to hear how it went. He listed out the facts, the schedule, the speakers, the people I knew. He said, "It was weird." I prodded him more with questions, and he finally explained how by the end a lot of girls were crying.
"Only girls?" I asked.
"Well, only the girls were noticeable. No guy would want to cry in that situation."
"Right ... " I said.
"But there was definitely a lot of nose wiping and sniffing from everyone."
"Did it make you emotional?" I asked.
"Oh yeah. It was pretty uncomfortable."
He's an awesome young man. Maybe the program did have an impact.