Who is in Control Anyway?

Kids are funny, aren’t they? As they’re growing up they feel like their lives are not their own. They feel they’re being controlled and manipulated, hence they don’t want to listen to their parents or do what they’re told they ought to be doing.

Finally, to the relief of the parents, they grow up, move out, go away. Then they really start to get a clue of the responsibility of being an adult. Couple this with listening to the prophets’ counsel and viola! You have the recipe of a couple who want a family (with the ensuing expenses), want out of debt, want a house, want a… you name it-it’s on the list.

They think their next most obvious step is to find a way to be more self-sufficient. For some it turns out that that would mean they are going to use the most direct path to financial freedom-military service.

The sign-on bonus will wipe out their debt. So the young man scored 87 on the pre-asvab (you’re guess is much better than mine to determine if that one was spelled right) whereas most Utah 2 and 4-yr. college grads are averaging 27 scores and passing is 30 (I believe he said).

Since he has his Associates degree he’s supposed to meet with an officer and then on to Salt Lake on Monday for his MEPS. The officer wants to interview him so he can investigate the possibility of going into the Navy as an officer. He is fairly confident that he would like to be career. His sweet wifey is 100% supportive of this as well.

So, with all this control that has been over their lives in their youth, all this control they now have on their own lives and what is it they’re reaching for? Military service! Guess who has control over your life then!

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