Raising boys [antikvár]

CHAPTER 1 What is it with boys? Last night I drove into town for a meeting, or at least tried to, and the situation with young men was once again thrust into my face. Three cars ahead of me, the motorway was blocked. A sedan, driven by a seventeen-year-old boy, with four friends in the car, had attempted to pull out into the traffic, but failed to see a truck coming from behind. The truck had crushed the car almost in half and carried it fifty metres along the road. As I watched, seven emergency vehicles gathered: fire, rescue, police, ambulances. Men worked in teams, calmly dealing with the situation. The young driver was gradually cut out of the wreck unconscious. His four male passengers had varying injuries. An older woman, perhaps the mother of one of the boys, came running from a nearby farm. A policeman gently comforted her. Maleness was everywhere - inexperience and risk on the one side; competence, caring and steadiness on the other.