Click Image To Visit Site My name is Martin Brendal and I’d like to share a little story with you. Perhaps you’ll be able to relate to my story and the horror I was faced with like so many other parents I know.
One day while at the dinner table my 7 year old daughter asked me why some people are naked on the computer. My wife and I nearly fell out of our chairs.
I asked her why she didn’t yell for mommy or daddy and she said she just "X’ed" it off because she was afraid we’d get mad at her.
We assured her we wouldn’t be mad… and that it wasn’t her fault … but also explained to her that she needed to let mommy or daddy know if that ever happened again.
I’m not a passive parent. I’m pro-active in everything I do … especially when it comes to ensuring my children are safe and protected when they’re on the computer.
So, that evening I went on a mission and checked every computer and every setting on the filtering software we had installed. And I made sure everything was configured correctly. Turns out it was. So I figured it must’ve been a fluke. But I was still mad as hell and very concerned.
Fast forward a few weeks and life went on uneventful for the most part. Once again I felt confident we nipped the problem in the butt fast and it wouldn’t happen again.
My wife was now paying more attention to our children when they were online… and everything seemed to be going smoothly. Whew!
Then one day I was checking emails in my home office and I got one of those "Hot Naked Girls Live" emails. I’m sure you know the kind I’m talking about.
I deleted it immediately … but couldn’t help wondering why my filtering software let me down again. Hell.. that could have been my son or daughter that got that email.
Once again.. I was very upset and even more determined I was going to find a better way to protect my family from all this obscene, adult material.
I came home from work one day about 4:30 in the afternoon. My son and I had plans to go to a high school football game that evening and I was excited to get home and spend time with him.
My wife was in the kitchen cooking dinner, while my daughter was busy helping mommy by peeling the husks off the corn cobbs she was getting ready to cook.
I threw my coat over the back of the couch, went into the kitchen and gave my two girls a kiss hello — and asked where Ryan was. My wife told me he was upstairs in his bedroom doing his homework.
I ran upstairs to let him know I was home. I was so excited for our "boys" night out. We didn’t get to spend nearly enough time together.
He knew I was mad. He could see it… Read more…
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