Paul
Harvey Writes
We tried so
hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.
For my
grandchildren, I'd like better.
I'd really
like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really
would.
I hope you
learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you
learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I
really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be
good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you
get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you
have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the
middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let
him.
When you
want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let
him/her..
I hope you
have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it
safely.
On rainy
days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be
seen riding with someone as un-cool as your Mom.
If you want
a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you
learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you
learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you
get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that
you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you
skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen
flagpole.
I don't
care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it.
And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.
I sure hope
you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you
feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your
mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbour's window and that she hugs you and kisses you
at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These
things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to
appreciate life.
Written
with a pen.. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for
you.
Send this
to all of your friends. We secure our friends, not by accepting favours, but by doing
them.
by - Paul Harvey
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