Dr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder
                  of the M.K. Gandhi Institute for Nonviolence, in his June 9
                  lecture at the University of Puerto Rico, shared the following
                  story as an example of nonviolence in parenting:

                  "I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute
                     my grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban,
                     South Africa, in the middle of the sugar plantations.  We
                     were deep in the country and had no neighbors, so my two
                     sisters and I would always look forward to going to town to
                     visit friends or go to the movies.   One day, my father asked
                     me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I
                     jumped at the chance.

                     Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of
                     groceries she needed and, since I had all day in town, my
                     father ask me to take care of several pending chores,
                     such as getting the car serviced.

                     When I dropped my father off that morning, he said, 'I will
                     meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we will go home together.'

                     After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to
                     the nearest movie theatre.  I got so engrossed in a John
                     Wayne double-feature that I forgot the time.  It was 5:30
                     before I remembered.  By the time I ran to the garage
                     and got the car and hurried to where my father was
                     waiting for me, it was almost 6:00.

                     He anxiously asked me,  'Why were you late?'  I was so
                     ashamed of telling him I was watching a John Wayne
                     western movie that I said,  'The car wasn't ready, so I
                     had to wait,' not realizing that he had already called the
                     garage.

                     When he caught me in the lie, he said: 'There's
                     something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn't
                     give you the confidence to tell me the truth.   In order to
                     figure out where I went wrong with you, I'm going to walk
                     home 18 miles and think about it.'

                     So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk
                     home in the dark on mostly unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't
                     leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him,
                     watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie
                     that I uttered.

                     I decided then and there that I was never going to lie
                     again.  I often think about that episode and wonder, if he
                     had punished me the way we punish our children, whether
                     I would have learned a lesson at all.  I don't think so.  I
                     would have suffered the punishment and gone on doing
                     the same thing.  But this single non-violent action was so
                     powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday.  That is
                     the power of non-violence."