Showing posts with label Hypothetically speaking segments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hypothetically speaking segments. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Hypothetically Speaking

"A person who deserves my loyalty receives it." - Joyce  Maynard
Age 30, you're the oldest of two siblings. Your brother is twenty-two, rebellious, unemployed and living off your meager income. For the past two years he has received mail from two different addresses - your apartment and the county jail.

Since both of your parents are dead, and the only relatives live more than a few time zones away, you have courageously become mother and father to your troubled flesh and blood.

There is no question you love him with all your heart. You do. Every since that unforgettable night ten years ago when both parents were killed trying to protect the residence during a home invasion crime, you realized your brother would suffer long term effects.

Although he's no longer the child who continuously cried himself to sleep, he continues to suffer emotionally as an adult. You hold great sympathy, but it wanes each time he catches yet another criminal charge. He refuses all counseling, appears to no longer care, and sometimes acts like he's on drugs. The last thing in the world that you want to do is lose him to the streets. But it appears as if you are fighting a losing battle.

You are inside the apartment watching TV when colorful lights beam through the windows. Outside, there is a loud commotion. You glance through the window and see your brother being thrown against the back of a patrol car. You rush in the parking area, as the lone police officer has your brother pinned, a nightstick pressed into the back of his neck as the officer applies handcuffs.

"What's going on? What happened?" You shout, the second question louder than the first.

The officer places his right hand onto his holster and warns, "Stand the f*ck back!"

You are hesitant to take another step. Your little brother yells over and over again. "I didn't do anything. Help me, bro. I didn't do anything!"

The officer leans over and yells into the walkie-talkie located on top of his shoulder. "Assistance requested. Attempted robbery suspect and shooter now in custody. He repeats, then gives exact location.

During the brief moment where the rookie cop slightly turned his back away from you and your handcuffed brother, you notice what appears to be a small black gun slide from beneath your brother's pants leg. It falls quietly onto the pavement. Apparently the weapon fell from his waist during the scuffle. You and your brother make immediate eye contact.

He takes his left foot and quietly kicks the .25 caliber towards you. It lands only inches away from your feet. He looks and motions for you to pick up the gun while the cop's head is still turned. Your brother is guilty of the crimes he's about to be charged - a pair of felonies which will land him inside prison for a long time. He is nervous. You are nervous.

From your peripheral, you notice two other squad cars appear as they race towards the scene. Bright headlights aimed directly towards you, your rubber legs, the key piece of evidence, and loud thoughts of uncertainty.



Question: What would you do if this happened to you?

Monday, November 1, 2010

Hypothetically Speaking




note: repost


You are a good woman. You know it, and your man knows it. The two of you have dated for a total of six months. In the short amount of time, the courtship is everything you ever wanted  and needed in a relationship.

Communication. Romance. Laughter. Monogamy.

Neither can afford to let the other get away. At age 22, you have given hints to family and friends alike that marriage is more than a possibility. You are hopelessly in love with the man of your dreams, a year older than yourself.

Your mom, Maria, absolutely adores him.

One evening, while standing inside the home of your future mother-in-law, you and your boyfriend are viewing family pictures hung over an unlit fireplace. A particular photograph catches your eye.

You pause. In the image, a young man decked in varsity, holds a basketball in his hands. Your eyes studies the man's face. He looks familiar. "Who is he?" you ask, without blinking an eye.

"Oh, that's my deceased father. He died in a plane crash, fifteen years ago."

Your eyes remain frozen, steadily focused upon the face of the man in the picture. The boyfriend shrugs, and then his gaze hardened. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just that your dad favors my dad."

Although your boyfriend vaguely recalls the childhood rumor concerning his father supposedly having an outside child, the scenario just doesn't seem plausible.

Until he walks quietly into the next room, sits down next to his mother on the bed and questions whether she knows the name of the woman who gave birth to his dad's rumored child.

"Her name was Maria," The mother exhaled, trying to keep her cool, years later. "She was a cheerleader during your father's college basketball days. I heard she gave birth to a daughter. Why do you ask?"



Question: If you were the man or woman in this situation, and this happened to you, what would you do?

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Hypothetically Speaking




You are extremely happy with your relationship.

Although it has only been two years since its beginning, the romance moved rather quickly in that relatively short amount of time. You and your 22 year old girlfriend met, fell head over heels in love, moved into an apartment of your own, and had a child.

One young and happy family.

Each morning, shortly before leaving for work, you enjoy the greatest feeling ever experienced in your entire 24 years of life as you hug and kiss your girlfriend and one-year old goodbye.

You call to ensure that she arrived safely at work and your son is safe and sound at daycare.

No worries whatsoever. Life has been kind.

One midday afternoon, while headed to lunch, you observe a car that appears to be your girlfriend's vehicle. It is being washed by a man whom you are not familiar. You cautiously pull over to the car wash without causing a scene and quietly check the tag number. Sure enough, it's her car.

There are no broken windows and he has the keys in his hand. The car is not stolen. All kinds of thoughts enter your mind, you immediately dial your girlfriends' work number. "Care to explain why some dude is driving your car?"

You are clearly holding back.

After a slight pause, she begins to speak. "Relax. That is my cousin Kimberly's boyfriend. She called shortly after you left home this morning and asked to use my car." Your girlfriend continued. "But she has no business allowing anyone else permission. I'm about to call and give her a piece of my mind!"

You are satisfied with her reply and apologize for jumping to conclusions. She accepts your apology and admits that she understands. "Well, at least he took the time to wash your dirty car." You add jokingly.

The entire episode is forgiven and quietly forgotten.

One evening, as your child is asleep on the couch and your girlfriend sits nearby at the kitchen counter, pecking away at her laptop keys, you awake from a short nap and walk towards the kitchen to grab a bottled water. As your pass your girlfriend, you kiss her softly on the neck, then glanced at the screen and notices that she is sending instant messages to some guy on Facebook.

You recognize his face, somewhat.

You ease closer to examine the picture thoroughly and realize that it's the same guy at the car wash, three months earlier. Your girlfriend hurriedly closes her laptop.

Question: What would you do if this happened to you?

Monday, April 26, 2010

Hypothetically Speaking



You are a married woman.

An unhappily married woman.

Distressed in the sense that you have come to the realization that your marital ties have taken a wrong turn, and you and your husband have somehow reached the end of the road. In complete dismay, you permanently reflect upon all the miles traveled during the course of the 12 year relationship and find it so hard to believe.

Your marriage now reminds you of a Lifetime Channel movie - the one where the husband walks out of the room every time the wife enters. The two of you barely hold conversations. Separate sleeping quarters and all.

You instinctively turn to your female friend, whose married. Her words and actions provide great comfort. The ability to discuss anything under the sun - you confide in her about how amidst temptation you and your husband had both stepped outside the marriage, but managed to overcome such infidelity.

In your heart, you figure, if cheating can be overcome, whatever else that ails the bond can be survived as well. Your friend offers full agreement. She then quietly revealed that she too has stepped outside her marriage once upon a time. She and her husband of five years worked it out.

The bond between the two of you strengthens.

Even her husband embraces you.

In your own special way of helping in the same manner as she has afforded, during the times where her husband had asked you for advice concerning marital gifts, you happily express what his wife should enjoy.

Beautiful friendships. You, your female friend and her husband are all appreciative of one another.

Eventually you become so emotionally connected and wrapped into the beauty that it actually helps to ease your mind of your own worries. Almost as if you are part of their union. The bond is just that strong.

"Oh Camille," you continued with a confused draped across your face. "Why can't I get my husband to see that our marriage and family are worth saving?"

Tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. Camille wraps her arms around you in embrace, a warm gesture to readily assure that every thing will be just fine. "What am I going to do?"

Camille breathes a sigh of relief then walks over and stands besides her husband. The couple exchange smiles, while holding hands. "Well, me and Stephen were hoping that you would join us."

Stunned, you turn and look at them both without being able to utter a single word.


Question: What would you do if this happened to you?

Friday, January 29, 2010

Hypothetically Speaking




note: repost


Imagine being involved in a relationship for a little over nine years.

There have been ups and downs, but you've weathered storms. In the process, you have produced two precious daughters, decent careers, modest bank accounts, and a safe place in this world to proudly call your own. You are at peace with the fact that THIS is your life.

Imperfect; there are mistakes the two of you wish could be undone. In the spirit of family, a heartfelt apology or compromise is always met. You figure, this is what the elders consider as "earning love while learning love." During these past moments, each of you entertain thoughts of ending the relationship. It certainly makes sense. At times you appear to be going nowhere, but in circles.

There is little devotion. Or trust, not when there are invasion of privacy issues taken place such as the searching of cell phones and analyzing cell phone records. Acts which lead to week long arguments. In your heart, you want it to work, especially once you arrive at the realization that not much equals the fulfillment of family.

Anyway, it's never as bad as you may feel. And who really looks forward to starting over?

So, as you mature emotionally and begin to "grow up," you understand how relationships require a certain amount of give-and-take. Suddenly, change transpires before your very eyes. You feel good about everything. The kids are happy, and you and the love of your life find yourselves acting like you are "in love" again.

Friends, relatives, co-workers and neighbors notice the difference in your spirit. Again, you refer to an old adage - rebirth. Yes, this must be what is meant when others speak of the spirit being born again. Temptation no longer leaves you weak in the flesh. A voice whispers: it's not worth it.

You understand the past, present and perceived future in terms of your relationship and family. Knock on wood, you are ... happy.

Awaiting new found happiness, you arrive home early, unlock the door, and proceed to walk down the hallway, into your daughter's bedroom for that "it feels good to be home" moment. You ask your 8 year old, two years older than her sister, why their door is closed. You never feel comfortable with their bedroom door closed. You never like feeling like you are unable to protect them at all times.

The oldest replies, "Mama said we make too much noise. She doesn't feel good."

Without saying a word, you stand quietly in the doorway and smile as you adore her innocent nature, simultaneously realizing how much she has grown. You watch them play with their dolls, remembering the day each was born, thinking of how much they mean to your heart. You exit their room, leaving a crack in the door.

You walk further down the hall, towards your bedroom. As you have now learned it makes a world of a difference to exercise compassion involving the needs of your significant other. In that spirit, you know exactly what you will say the moment you turn the knob and see her asleep, probably wrapped up in covers.

To your shocking surprise, you open the door to find your lover in bed with someone else. To make matters worse, it's your best friend since childhood.

In your home, your bed, having sex, in the presence of your daughters.



Question: what would you if this happened to you?

Monday, November 23, 2009

Hypothetically Speaking


You are the youngest of two siblings. Your sister Tori is twenty, four years older than yourself. She recently gave birth to her first child, a son named Chayce. She and the child's father met at a football game during her first year of college. Since announcing her pregnancy, their off and on relationship has simmered. Yet, for the most part, Anthony has remained in the child's life. He provides financial support.

Tori does all she can to please her baby daddy in hopes the two of them can one day become husband and wife. She even went against her parents lifelong wish by moving out of the house before graduating college and into an apartment where Anthony could come and spend the night with her and Chayce whenever he liked.

She figures, as long as she doesn't give Anthony an excuse to walk away, he will lose his indifference towards marriage and eventually come around. Perhaps even pop the question. Still very much in love, she refuses to make it easy for him to swing his attention elsewhere, or for the next woman to come along and take him away.

Meanwhile, since your nephew has arrived in the world, you spend the majority of your weekends over to her apartment. Helping to attend, babysit, clean. Some Saturdays, when she doesn't have to work, Tori allows company - you and your boyfriend eat pizza and watch DVDs. Unlike y'all parents, your sister understands being a teenage girl whose body has developed earlier than expected. She loves you and feels you are old enough to date. She trusts your moral judgement.

Lately your boyfriend hasn't called. He's probably upset because you refused him sexually. You like him, but you don't love him. Unlike many in your age group, you still consider love to be sacred. There's nothing inside of you that allows you to confuse love with lust.

Which is one of the main reason why you don't mind being there for your sister. The two of you talk constantly, so it's understandable how she feels. Tori loves Anthony with all her heart. Don't get her wrong, Chayce is her world. But, at the same time, she agrees when Anthony explains how they still need quiet time to themselves to rekindle their romance and always keep it alive. You understand. She understands. She appreciates you. You appreciate her.

Besides, you've always considered Anthony to be cool. He jokes about beating up any boy who disrespects you.

Yesterday while in the bathroom giving his evening bath, Anthony entered as you sat on the edge of the tub. Your back turned, facing the baby. "How's my baby doing today?" Chayce's eyes lit up the moment he heard his father's voice. Before you could turn around and speak, you felt a kiss planted softly onto the back of your neck. Then, a hand slide underneath your arm and onto your breast.

You quickly slap Anthony's hand away and jump to your feet. Chayce begins to cry. "Anthony what are you doing?" You sound afraid, knowing your sister is at work and you and he are pretty much alone.

Anthony continues to stand there, a devilish grin glued to his face. "What do you mean? I'm not blind...I see the way you look at me. You want it. I just thought I'd make it easy for you."

You wrap a dry towel around the child's body and walk past Anthony and out the bathroom. "Listen, I have no ideal what you're talking about. But if you ever touch me again I will tell Tori."

Anthony follows you up the hallway. "So, I don't want your sister anyways. I'll just walk away. You will only end up hurting her and the baby, not me!"

Question: what would you do if this happened to you?


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Thursday, October 9, 2008

Hypothetically Speaking


You are the second of your mother's three children.

You have two sisters - one slightly younger, the other slightly older. The only male, it's an unspoken rule within the household that whenever either of your sisters are in need of your help physically, you're a simple phone call away.

Last year, the live-in boyfriend of your older sister, choked her for a brief moment. In your mother's home. In front of your mother and other sister. Supposedly, a misunderstanding. All hell broke loose until order was finally restored.

Afterwards, a deafening silence overtook the entire room. One that spoke eerily of the boyfriend perhaps having death upon him. Of course you weren't present this particular day. Out of fear of knowing what you would have done to the boyfriend, both your mom and two sisters wisely kept this incident hidden from your ears.

Your standing in front of a judge and being sentenced to life is the last thing they would ever want too see. Besides, for whatever reasons, your sister somehow remained within the relationship. For the most part, her boyfriend treats her nice.

Fast forward one year later. One day, while you and your sister are standing inside your mom's kitchen helping to prepare food for a cookout, you notice what appears to be freshly-made fingernail marks engraved into the lower part of her neck.

You immediately bring these bruises to her attention. "Leah, who did this to you? Tell me."

Tears stream down her quiet and suddenly saddened face, she remains fearfully silent.

"Anthony?" you question, already knowing the answer.

She breaks down and starts crying profusely.

You stormed outside into the backyard where Anthony quietly sits awaiting his prepared plate. Your mom and a few family and friends are also gathered. Hardly anyone in the crowd notices the angered look which now sits upon your face, as you beeline directly towards the unknowing boyfriend.

In a fit of absolute rage, you pull the chair directly from underneath him, causing him to fall embarrassingly to the ground.

"You're putting hands on my sister?" Voice raised, as people rush to grab your arms and shoulders, attempting to hold you back.

Your sister has now made it outside, as well.

Her boyfriend stands, clearly shaken yet hardly afraid. "Why do you have a problem with anything that happens between me and your sister? She doesn't. If she did, she would have said something last year when I handled my business in front of your mother and your other sister. You see she's still with me, don't you?"



Question: What would you do if this happened to you?





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Friday, September 19, 2008

Hypothetically Speaking: Written by Guest author Muze


Since you all were fourteen, Felicia has been your closest, bestest, homie. For there to be a tighter, more genuine friendship, you could not even imagine. You suffered through puberty and first boyfriends together, double-dated for the Prom, were roommates in college, and even served as Matron of Honor in her wedding. So naturally, as soon as you found out you were pregnant, you named Felicia the Godmother.

When your baby girl Brittany was born, she was there, four months pregnant herself. Soon, your Goddaughter Bianca was born, and now four years later, the two are close as inseparable sisters. It brings you joy to know that they are so close at such a young age, and that they will grow up to be the best of friends like you and Felicia.

When the dire economic times start to directly affect your household, you decide to take on another job in the afternoons. You can't afford a sitter, and your husband works nights, so being the great friend she is, Felicia volunteers to keep Brittany for four hours in the evening until you get off. You couldn't be more relieved and appreciative. Not only is she not charging you, but you know that Brittany absolutely loves Felicia and will be well taken care of. Felicia treats Brittany like she is her own, just as you do Bianca.

About three weeks into the arrangement, you make it home after a long day and prepare a bath for Brittany. You place her in the tub and she immediately turns around to grab the tub toys that she loves to play with while she bathes. When she does, you notice three light-purple bruises on her back. You touch one, unable to believe your eyes.

"Ouch mommy!" Brittany winces as your fingers graze one of the marks.

"Baby ... what happened to your back?" You ask, concern etching your face.

"Auntie Felicia hit me." She says, looking up at you earnestly.


Question: What would you do if this happened to you?

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Hypothetically Speaking


At 30 years old, you are the oldest of two siblings. Your brother is 22, rebellious, unemployed, and living off your meager income. For the past two years he has received mail from two different addresses - your apartment and the local county jail. Since both of your parents are dead and the only relatives live more than a few time zones away, you have courageously become mother and father to your troubled brother.

There is no question that you love him with all your heart. You do. Every since that unforgettable and brutal night ten years ago, when your parents were killed trying to defend their home during a home invasion crime, you realized that your brother would be affected, immensely.

So although your brother is no longer the little boy who continuously cried himself to sleep, he continues to suffer emotionally. Of course you have great sympathy for him, but it wanes each time he catches another criminal charge. He refuses all counseling, seems to no longer care, and sometimes acts like he's on drugs. The last thing in the world that you want to do is lose him to the streets but it appears as if you are simply fighting a losing battle.

You are inside the apartment watching TV when colorful lights beam through the windows. You hear a loud commotion outside. You glance through the window and see your brother being thrown against the back of a patrol car. You quickly rush outside, as the lone police officer has your brother pinned, a nightstick pressed into neck as the officer applies handcuffs.

"What's going on? What happened???" You shout, the second question louder than the first.

"Stand the f*ck back!" The officer warns, as he places his right hand onto his holster and stares into your direction.

You are hesitant to take another step toward the scene. Your little brother yells over and over again. "I didn't do anything. Help me, bruh. I didn't do anything!" The officer leans over and speaks into the walkie-talkie located on top of his shoulder. "Assistance requested. Attempted robbery suspect and shooter now in custody. He repeats, then gives exact location.

During the brief moment where the rookie cop slightly turned his back away from you and your handcuffed brother, you notice what appears to be a small black gun slide from underneath your brother's pants leg. It drops quietly onto the pavement. Apparently the weapon fell from his waist during the scuffle. You and your brother make immediate eye contact.

He takes his left foot and quietly kicks the .25 caliber towards you. It lands only inches away from your feet. He looks and motions for you to pick up the gun while the cop's head is turned. Your brother is guilty of the crimes he's about to be charged with, a pair of felonies which will land him inside prison for a long time. He is nervous. You are nervous.

From your peripheral, you notice two more squad cars appear as they race towards the scene. Bright headlights aimed directly towards you, your rubber legs, the key piece of evidence, and your loud thoughts of uncertainty.

Question: What would you do if this happened to you?

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Hypothetically Speaking


You and your loving wife have been married for a total of nine years. You've enjoy every single day that you've spent together. Within your unbreakable bond of matrimony, the two of you have produced the greatest joy to ever take place within your life - an eight year old son. You love him with everything inside you. Your friends, family and sometimes even complete strangers will stop and comment about how the child is the spitting image of you.

As a proud husband, there is absolutely nothing in the world more valuable to you than family. You believe it to be the core of all things good concerning life on Earth. No matter the case, you are the kind of person who is willing to bend over backwards for the happiness and well-being of your family.

Currently, your baby brother Kaliq is currently involved in a nasty divorce proceeding. You sit and watch as he actually stands up in court and informs the Family Court Judge that he requests a DNA test on the matter of he and his suddenly-questioned ten year old, Jamal. You and your own son are patiently seated in the back of the courtroom. You have come to show support for your brother.

Unable to hold back laughter upon your brother's absurd remark, you hold your head down and cover your face with your hand. You murmur, "This negro will do just about anything to avoid paying that woman her money."

For months now Kaliq and his now-former wife of six years, Dominique, have been going back and forth with their divorce proceedings. Your brother is still obviously hurt by the witnessed and unforgivable act of adultery at the hands of his wife. Although it's obvious to everyone gathered in the courtroom that his absurd request is another legal maneuver to further set back the case, the Judge lawfully obliges. He rules it's well within the legal rights of your brother.

He orders the DNA test to be administered immediately following court. In total disbelief, the visibly upset ex grabs her son's hand, rolls her eyes at his father, and rushes out the courtroom.

As you, your son, and Kaliq walk softly towards the exit door, you can't help but glance over at your brother and in a sign of obvious disappointment, you silently shake your head. "Hey man, you never know." Jamal whispers. "There's no telling how long that woman has been cheating on me."

You want to become vocal but you attempt to shield those comments from the young and impressionable ears of your child. Once outside, the three of you hop into your car and head over to the DNA analysis building.

"Daddy, cousin Jamal isn't Uncle Kaliq's son?" the child says, as you both sit within the lobby area and await Kaliq's return from the testing room.

Surprised to hear him utter those words, you assure him that is not the case. "Of course, Jamal is! What in the world would make you think that he's not?"

"That's what I heard Uncle Kaliq tell the man dressed in the black robe." The child says, as he freezes the worried look seen within his eyes and asks. "Are you my daddy?"

"Yes indeed, and you are my little man." You assure him, and emulate the imaginary punch to the child's stomach, a gesture which you've done ever since the little boy was a playful toddler. Even til this day, that move still manages to create the same ticklish smile upon your son's glowing face.

Kaliq returns to the waiting area after having saliva gathered from the inside of his mouth. The lab technician walks in directly behind him. She doesn't realize the three of you had arrived together. "Excuse me, sir...are you two next?" she unknowingly asks.

"Uh--," you stutter, as your son interrupts you. "Yeah, Daddy can we? Please. Then I can go home and tell Mommy that she is right, you are my Dad. The best daddy in the whole wide world." the little boy shouts, enthusiastically.

You sigh. Although it's a clear waste of money, there is nothing inside of you that cares to say no to your son. The proud compliment given by your son makes it even harder. "Uh, well, okay. Yes ma'am we are next."

"Right this way, sir." she directs you and the child to take a seat in the third room to the left and states that she will return, shortly.

Your brother slides into a chair in the lobby. Ridiculed earlier for his similar demand, Kaliq is now able to laugh out loudly at the irony of his nephew who asked his own dad for a DNA test.

Weeks later, you arrive home tired from work. You reach your hand into the mailbox and retrieve the lone envelope. You glance at the upper left hand address. You realize the test results have been completed. You lazily open the letter and read the results.


There is 0.00% that you are the father of this child.

Completely stunned, you stand there frozen and unable to move, as the heartbreaking letter and torn envelope slide gently from your within the grasp of your cold and stiffened hands and onto the ground.



Question: What would you do if this happened to you?

Friday, May 16, 2008

Hypothetically Speaking


The blog She's So Flyy presents its first Hypothetically Speaking installment. In this thought-provoking piece, Muze tells the story of a parent faced with a tough decision. One that could easily land the parent inside of a federal prison, alongside the son.

What would you do if this happened to you?

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Hypothetically Speaking


You are a recent widow who survived a 20 year mentally and physically abusive marriage. You have two children. A son, age 16, and a 12 year old daughter. For pretty much their entire lives they witnessed their father place his hands on you. Until one day you woke up and decided enough was enough. You didn't want to break up your family but you could no longer take it. So, mind made up, you packed your bags, took your kids, and hauled ass.

Shortly thereafter your heartbroken husband died in an automobile accident. Drinking while driving, the news reported. His family and friends immediately blamed you for his bout with depression and subsequent sad and tragic death. Due to not wanting to cause a scene, you skipped the funeral service. The children were never allowed that closure. In fact, you or your kids never spoke with his family members since the day you left.

Everyone says your son reminds them so much of his father. He is tall, muscular, and extremely short-tempered. In order to derail his aggressiveness you encouraged him to become involved in sports activities. He obliged. Your daughter is more like you. Petite, quiet and reserved. She accepts much anguish before complete breakdown.

One Saturday morning, you overhear what sounds like a confrontation between your son and daughter. They are in the kitchen. You quietly walk up and witness your son intimidating his younger sister. Her head gripped, into a headlock. You scream for him to let her go. He obliges. Then, in your visible anger, you ask him how he'd feel if you were to physically abuse him. You warn him, "If you do it again I am going to go upside your head."

Your son stares coldly at you. Then, in total disbelief, he runs up to you, raises his fist, and tells you to go for it.



Now tell me, what would you do if this happened to you?

Friday, April 25, 2008

Hypothetically Speaking


The blog Cruisin' on Jewells Ave presents its first Hypothetically Speaking installment. In this thought-provoking piece, Jewells tells the story of parents who are faced with a troubling dilemma.

What would you do if this happened to you?

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Hypothetically Speaking


The blog Verbal Vixen presents its first Hypothetically Speaking installment. In this thought-provoking piece, Tatiana Caldwell tells the story of a loving mother who has found her only child involved in a terrible and heartbreaking situation. One that will leave you absolutely speechless.

What would you do if this happened to you?

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Hypothetically Speaking


The blog Rich House presents its first Hypothetically Speaking installment. In this thought-provoking piece, Rich touches upon a problem which many individuals face during the course of their respective careers.

What would you do if this happened to you?

Friday, April 4, 2008

Hypothetically Speaking


You are given a time machine, a gun, and one bullet.

You are told to go back in time, and "take out" one individual whose murder would end up changing the course of history.


Who would that person be? Why?

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Hypothetically Speaking


You are a good woman.

You know it. Your man knows it.

The two of you have now dated for a total of six months. In that short amount of time, the relationship has been everything you ever wanted in a relationship. Communication. Romance. Laughter. Monogamy. Neither can afford to let the other get away. You both have given hints to family and friends alike, that marriage is more than a possibility. As a woman, you are hopelessly in love with the man of your dreams. Your mom, Maria, absolutely adores him.

One evening, while inside the home of your future mother-in-law, you and your future husband stand romantically over an unlit fireplace looking at family pictures. A particular photograph catches your eye. You pause. In the photo, a young man dressed in a varsity jersey, holds a basketball in his hands. Closely, you stare directly towards the man's face. He looks familiar.

"Who is he?" you curiously ask, without blinking an eye.

"Oh, that's my deceased father. Why do you ask?"

There is momentarily silence. Your eyes remain frozen. The mood has turned somber. Cold. You quietly turn and trace the structure of your boyfriend's face. Quickly, your attention is once again focused back onto the face of the man, in the picture. "What's wrong?" your boyfriend reply, reluctantly.

"Nothing. It's just that he favors my dad."

Although your boyfriend vaguely remembers the childhood rumor concerning his father supposedly having an outside child, the unintended scenario doesn't seem plausible. Until he walks into the next room, sits down, then ask his mother whether she knew the name of the woman who gave birth to his dad's rumored child.

"They say her name was Maria. It was said they fooled around during his college basketball days. She was a cheerleader. From what I hear, she gave birth to a girl. Why do you ask?"

Question: If you were the woman or man in this situation, and this happened to you, what would you do?