Alrighty, RedCliffs. I have a friend who\'s parents sent her Brother to this Mormon "reform" program in the Redcliffs. . . the program may be under another name, but most refer it as the "Redcliffs," and you\'ll know why soon enough.
So this is for kids that get kicked out of school and what-not, bad kids all around. Parents send their kids for some tough Mormon love, but my parents didn\'t think it would be this tough.
The guy was with a group of 7 other kids, 14-or-so. They were left out in the desert of the RedCliffs for six weeks with the bare-minimum, and a "guide" of sorts, to give them spiritual and physical guidance.
They earned points, the first thing you did was learn how to hunt your own food. If you couldn\'t catch anything. . . you didn\'t eat.
After earning enough points, you earn some SHOES! It takes about a week before you earn freakin\' shoes. . . in the desert!
For six weeks they lived off the land. No showers, no processed food, nothing.
They made them run around mountains and such.
On the last day they had to do a "Three peak run." At the end there was a red ribbon, with their parents waiting. My friend said that he crossed the finnish line absolutly filthy, six weeks of desert grime in his hair.
After he got home and showered off, the first thing he wasnted to do was go to a super market to just "look at the food." And that\'s what they did. He cried, having seen so much food that he couldn\'t have for 6 weeks of feeding off of wild hares and lizards.
When he was sitting at home, he kept on jerking his head whenever a bird would fly by the window. He was totally programmed for the hunt-and-kill.
That\'s not tough love. . . that\'s tourture.
