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Keep your head down and let your parents deal with it themselves. You have enough on your plate as a teenager. Be firm that you do not want to be either parent's counselor or confidant - and that you do not want to take sides.You will get caught in the middle with fights over who is giving you a ride, giving you $ for pizza day or paying for soccer registration etc. You are going to have to be strong and protect your own future (marks, university etc.). Parents going through a divorce usually have to protect their own interests and can become preoccupied.Be there for your siblings. consider going on a Fair Parenting Plan schedule to keep good relationships with both parents.

The Quora World Meetup 2019, Nigeria held on the 22nd of June in Ipaja a bustling town in Alimosho local government area of Lagos.The meetup was led and hosted by Debo Kayode Ogunranti. In our quest to give back to the community we decided to incorporate a free medical outreach programme with the meetup, this was led by one of us, Dr. Okey Ekemezie who apart from been a medic is very popular on Quora as a football/soccer pundit.Before 9:00am, residents of the community were seated in readiness for the free medical services they were to receive (which included hypertension, diabetes and glaucoma/cataract screening).The medical outreach kicked off at exactly 9:00am with registration of the patients.After registration, each participants/patients got their vitals checked. Those that required special medical attention were treated accordingly with the aid of medication. Those with eye defects and problems with vision were thoroughly screened by the eye doctor that was present.Free drugs, eye drops and glasses were also given to those who needed them.A total of 115 adult patients were attended to. 73 were female and 42 were male.The children were also not left out as 21 were given free medical services.The meetup proper was quite a unique experience as it allowed Lagos Quora members bond and network with each other. Although online communication between members is quite regular, nothing beats a face to face meeting.The conversations and debates were vibrant, riveting and enlightening. We discussed almost everything from politics, the economy, feminism, sex, careers and health.Lunch was a sumptuous affair with copious amounts of cold palm wine to wash it down with.We all tentatively agreed to meetup again unofficially sometime in August 2019.

The police were not called on me, but this was an unusual encounter with the police.A car got closer and closer to my bumper. In the floodlight of an oncoming car I see it is a police car on my bumper. I check my speed. I'd not turned, passed, or anything even closely unsafe or illegal. The police car stayed too close, but did not signal me to pull over. All is OK. All is OK. The mantra was working poorly.I was on a two-lane highway in a very rural dark area, near midnight. Traffic is almost non-existent. I was driving home, on Route 13; the Eastern Shore of Maryland and Virginia. I am terrified and on high-alert. My children were sleeping. I am trying to stay calm, but I remember stories of imposter police pulling over pretty women…Within a second or two a car came towards me, with their brights on - in MY lane. All of a sudden I am surrounded in a flood of police flashers: four police cars, I think. Surrounded. My heart beats hurt my chest.I pull off to the grass and stop. A bull horn instructed me to stay in the car. All of my kids remained asleep, three of them in car seats, one in a booster. This was a trip, often taken. We had spent the weekend at their grandparents’ summer home, crabbing, fishing and canoeing with grandpa and me, and eating grandma’s best treats near St. Michael's. My husband, their dad, was on call, and stayed home, near the medical school.I was told to step out of my car with my hands up. Six or eight rifles are pointing at me. I feel like I'm in an old photo, from 1939, in Poland or Germany.As I slid out of my Town & Country Soccer Mom mini-van, into their view, I heard one of the police men say, “OMG, it is a woman.” I dug out my driver’s license, and car registration from my pocketbook, under close supervision. Things spill out onto the highway. Frazzled is an understatement. Finally all the rifles were lowered. They couldn't figure out why I was driving a 'stolen car'.My car HAD been stolen, but then found within two months, but it had been a year earlier, in Virginia. I am in Maryland when this happened.Of course the police were gracious when all was confirmed. They escorted us to the next McDonald's and two policemen watched my sleeping kids, as two got me a badly needed coffee.That night, my close encounter with the police, I was wearing black and white, wide horizontal striped leggings (think Tim Burton) or a prison Halloween costume.