NON VIOLENT PARENTING ( True Story)

This is something I just read in my mail from a friend... something to think of!!!


Dr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder of the
M.K. Gandhi Institute for Nonviolence, in his June 9 lecture at the
University of Puerto Rico , shared the following story as an example of
Nonviolence in parenting:
"I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute
my grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban , South
Africa , in the middle of the sugar plantations. We were deep in the country and had no neighbours, so my two sisters and I would always look forward to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies. One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I jumped at the chance. "Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of groceries she needed and, since I had all day in town, my father ask me to take care of several pending chores, such as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that morning, he said, "I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m. , and we will go home together.'
"After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the
nearest movie theatre. I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double feature that I forgot the time. It was 5:30 before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to where my father was waiting for me, it was almost 6:00 . He anxiously asked me, "Why were you late?" I was so ashamed of telling him I was watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, 'The car wasn't ready, so I had to wait,' not realizing that he had already called the garage.
When he caught me in the lie, he said: "There's something wrong
in the way I brought you up that didn't give you the confidence to tell
me the truth." "In order to figure out where I went wrong with you,
I'm going to walk home 18 miles and think about it."
So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in
the dark on mostly unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't leave him, so for
five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him, watching my father go
through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered. I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again. I often think about that episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we punish our children, whether I would have learned a lesson at all. I don't think so. I would have suffered the punishment and gone on doing the same thing. But this single nonviolent action was so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday.
That is the power of nonviolence.