He changed his mind about medical weed
My father was a harsh man.
I know it sounds funny to say that but I have to.
My father constantly told the people in our church that he was not a preacher. He was a believer. He was there to talk about their physical needs and comforts and their spiritual needs. This was fantastic when he was talking to members of the church, but he was completely different when he was talking to me. Whenever our father talked to me, he was a harsh man. He talked to me about the evil of drinking and sex. He preached to me about the use of marijuana and how it would turn me into a mindless pothead. He thought that by getting loud and demanding, I would listen to him and do whatever he bade of me. Instead, I became rebellious. When I turned 21, I opened a medical cannabis dispensary. I knew how medical marijuana could help people with several illnesses. My father had papers made up about marijuana turning the youth of today into irresponsible potheads. He didn’t even try to understand that a medical cannabis dispensary was just that. When he found out I wouldn’t put flyers in or around our cannabis dispensary, he got mad. I had never seen our father so mad, nor do I ever want to see it again. I couldn’t think what a turnaround he did, when our mother had breast cancer. The doctor recommended medical marijuana to ease mom’s difficulties with the chemotherapy. Suddenly, our father was an advocate of medical marijuana, and no longer preaching about it turning people into potheads.