Dear Abby is written by Pauline Phillips and daughter Jeanne Phillips.
Mom Relives Son's Tragedy to Save Other Kids From It
DEAR ABBY: Reading the letter about the dangers of sniffing and huffing made me relive the tragedy of my beloved 6-foot-1, 190-pound, 16-year-old son. He died in 1974 after sniffing a tissue roll stuffed with paper soaked with deodorant spray. He had told his friends that it wouldn't hurt anyone. Well, it did far more than hurt him -- it killed him.
Never being able to visit our beloved son, never having his children in our lives, never seeing him smile or hearing his voice again are permanent, painful wounds from which we will never recover.
When I retired, I began substitute teaching in 23 schools in the Houston area. I have shared my son's tragic story in every class I taught, hurting and crying every time I retold it. I feel that if my sharing the tragedy can save even one child from dying the way my son did, it is worth the pain of reliving his loss.
Children need to understand how dangerous sniffing and huffing are, and that size and strength will not prevent inhalants from paralyzing one's lungs. They need to know that form of drug abuse is more dangerous than a gun. Sniffing or huffing JUST ONCE can be the last time, because it kills.
Abby, please warn your readers again how deadly sniffing and huffing can be. -- DR. (REV.) LORAINE C. BOATWRIGHT, BONAIRE, GA.
DEAR DR. BOATWRIGHT: My heart goes out to you. Sharing the story of your son's death in order to save another child from dying the same way is both compassionate and generous. I have no doubt that the children to whom you speak will remember and refrain from seeking this deadly "thrill."
Readers, please talk to your children again about sniffing and huffing. Show them this letter. Tell them you love them and would be devastated to lose them in such a senseless way. Warn them not to sacrifice the promise of tomorrow for a momentary high. They have everything to lose when they gamble with inhalants.
DEAR ABBY: Last month, I was late picking up my son at his day-care center. He was the last child remaining there. The supervisor was gone. One of the attendants was cleaning up. I was told my son was playing cards in the back room with the attendant's boyfriend. I decided to sneak up on them and take a snapshot for his scrapbook. When I got to the door, I overheard the man tell my son to "zip up his pants" and "get the hell out." I had no idea what to do. The man saw me and threatened me and my son. We fled.
I took my son out of day care and put him in counseling, but have not said anything about this to anyone. I know I need to speak up. What should I do? -- FRIGHTENED MOM IN ARIZONA
DEAR FRIGHTENED MOM: By your silence, you are putting other children in jeopardy and protecting a predator. Report the molestation to the police immediately. Your son's counselor can prepare him to tell the authorities what happened in the back room.
In the past, I have received letters from day-care providers complaining about parents who fail to pick up their children in a timely manner. Let this be a warning.
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Mothers and Mothers in Law, Step Right Up and Be Loved
DEAR ABBY: Although you don't know it, you were very much involved in making my Mother's Day special last year. My son's wife, Maureen, saw a letter in your column that inspired her to write one to me. Maureen and my son Tom met in high school and have been happily married for 33 years. Never in all that time have Maureen and I had a disagreement or argument of any kind.
I've enclosed the letter she sent to me. It brought tears to my eyes.
"DEAR KATE: When I saw Dear Abby's column on Mother's Day, I thought of you. I want you to know how blessed I feel to have you for a mother-in-law. In fact, I rarely use that term because of its negative connotations. I usually refer to you as 'my husband's mother.'
"You have always shown me kindness and understanding, especially during some difficult times. You have never criticized me, even when we disagreed. And I surely appreciate the love you have shown me. I have always felt being a part of the Olsen family -- as one of you, rather than an in-law.
"Even if I hadn't known you as well as I do, I would deduce how wonderful you are just through the dear, witty, generous son you raised.
"Thank you for every weed you've pulled, for every shirt you've ironed, every thoughtful note you've written, every kind word you spoke when my parents died, every hug you've given me, every day of baby-sitting Kristin and Tim, and for ALL you've done for me.
"Thank you for all of this, Kate, and most of all, for loving me as you do. Love and thanks. Maureen" -- KATE OLSEN, INDIANHEAD PARK, ILL.
DEAR KATE: You have a right to be proud. That letter illustrates the ideal loving relationship that can be shared by DILs and MILs. I hope it inspires others to emulate you. Read on:
DEAR READERS: I would like to share with you a tribute to a mother that I printed in 1992. I'm sure many of you can identify with it. While some of the details may differ, the following letter describes the many sacrifices and acts of love on the part of mothers everywhere:
DEAR ABBY: My 37-year-old daughter, Norma, sent me the following testimonial for Mother's Day. It touched me so profoundly that I wanted to share it with you. -- DORA BOYD, EDGEWATER, FLA.
DEAR MRS. BOYD: Thank you for sending it. I do, indeed, want to share it with my readers:
"Dear Mother: As I grew up ...
"... You fostered my independence. You allowed me to decide what to wear, what friends to choose, what boys to date, what foods to eat -- and how much. You trusted my judgment, even when it differed from yours. Although our views differ on women's issues, fashion, etc., you displayed confidence in my decisions.
"... You never shamed me for being a bed wetter until I was 6 -- and for that, I'll always be grateful.
"... You worked backbreaking jobs to give my brother and me music lessons, concerts, plays and educational trips.
"... You taught me about reproduction and birth control. I'm very proud of you for that. My girlfriends cannot say that about their mothers.
"... You admitted that you were not perfect, enabling me to safely question your beliefs, opinions and actions -- and draw my own conclusions.
"And now that I'm an adult, I want to thank you for always being there for me. You are a wonderful role model, and I am lucky to have you for my mother. I love you very much. -- NORMA"
DEAR READERS: Does Norma's mother sound familiar? If the answer is yes, today's the day to express your appreciation to your mother. If you aren't comfortable composing a letter of your own to give to Mom today, clip this and take it to her. Tell her you recognized her in this column. Give her a big hug and a thank-you -- and don't be surprised if you see tears of happiness in her eyes. Happy Mother's Day.
Dear Abby is written by Pauline Phillips and daughter Jeanne Phillips.
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Girl Traveling Solo Gets Steered in Right Direction
DEAR ABBY: I am a 14-year-old girl. Last summer my family and I went on a trip to the Cayman Islands. I planned to go to a camp in North Carolina after our trip, but because of a scheduling mix-up, I ended up leaving the islands one day earlier than my family.
I was petrified to go on a plane alone -- especially in a foreign country -- and to change planes in Miami to get to our home in New Orleans.
Well, I got safely on my plane to Miami, but when I got off, I didn't know what to do. I followed other people to immigration, where I was supposed to show my passport, but I wasn't sure which line to get into.
This small, dark-haired lady was walking beside me. I had noticed her on my plane. She asked if I was traveling alone. I nodded, hoping the fear didn't show in my eyes. She directed me to the right line and waited for me to get through. Then she led me to the baggage claim, where I got my suitcase to take it to my next check-in.
It was extremely kind of her, because she hadn't checked any luggage -- yet she went out of her way to help me. After I got my suitcase, she guided me to my terminal. (Hers was on the other side of the airport.) She never told me her name. I am thankful that she helped me; otherwise I would have been completely lost at that big airport.
Please print this, Abby. I want that woman to know what a help she was. I'm so glad there are still good people in this world who will go out of their way to help a stranger. -- GRATEFUL GIRL IN NEW ORLEANS
DEAR GRATEFUL GIRL: I am pleased to print your letter. However, I would like to add that parents of children who are not used to traveling alone should make arrangements with the airlines. In this way, the minors can be escorted to other terminals or through customs, if necessary, so they can arrive safely at their destination. To paraphrase Tennessee Williams' famous line, they should NOT have to depend on the "kindness of strangers."
DEAR ABBY: My mother was killed in an automobile accident 11 years ago. A week after the funeral, I had to return to my home 1,000 miles away. For the first time in my father's life, he was living alone. I called him as often as I could, but it didn't lessen his loneliness.
Seven months later, at Christmas, my wife and I went to visit him. He asked us to invite a special woman friend of his to dinner. Though we didn't say anything, we were very upset. This would be our first Christmas without my mother. I couldn't believe my father would bring another woman into our lives so soon. So when Mary Jo arrived, I was prepared not to like her. However, within seconds my attitude changed.
Mary Jo, like my mother, is an artist. She walked around the house telling us how much she liked our mother's paintings. At the dinner table, she asked questions about Mom. We laughed when she told us stories about her sons -- and we cried when she shared the story of her husband, Bill, who had died of cancer.
Abby, that dinner was 10 years ago. Since then, Mary Jo and Dad have married and "blended" our two families. They are an inspiration to my wife and me. They honor their former partners by living their lives to the fullest. I wish everyone could learn from them. -- CHAMBERS STEVENS, LOS ANGELES
DEAR CHAMBERS: So do I. Your father was fortunate to have married two such gracious, talented and sensitive women.
Dear Abby is written by Pauline Phillips and daughter Jeanne Phillips.
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