I’ve always tried my best to be in my kids lives. Field trips, coaching sports, horse shows, teaching them how to be independent. As a father, I never felt like I was getting through to my son, and my motto was always “you have to tell them 1000 times and hope they hear it once”. I started him out the old fashioned way, with the lawnmower. Learn to start it, put gas in it, check the oil, mow the lawn, and get pod for it. Then we moved up to the mini bike, you can start it, you can ride it. Then motorcycles, then his first car. Well, he must’ve been listening, at least a little, because when the beater died I bought him a 1986 Dodge truck that had been sitting for over a decade. All of a sudden we were a team, and got the old truck back on the road. He loves that truck and is doing his own maintenance, and has had his buddies over and helped them with their cars too. I had a couple proud moments when for his birthday opened the tool boxes in the garage and made him his own set of tools. Although he still has his high school pizza job, I’m hoping he finds his way to a career path, at least he’s the Manager at the pizza place. He doesn’t drink, he vapes but I can’t say much about that, and although I didn’t think I was getting through to him, it seems as he was listening. So, don’t give up on those young people, there’s hope for them yet. My son is 20, seems he caught on a little earlier than I thought.