I am determined that my son will do great in school, stay away from the wrong element in the streets and, by 23, will have hopefully graduated from college, gone on to graduate school or started his first job in the real world (and moved out of the house, for sure!)
But it just angers me that, in 2014, I now have to teach him, along with how to tie a tie, how to write a proper resume and how to open the door for a lady, how he must behave when confronted by the police.
Keep your hands at 10 and 2. Don't make any fast moves. Don't talk back. And do what they ask of you.
And maybe, just maybe, you won't end up on your knees, hands behind your back, feeling the cold of the steel around your wrists.