 |
| photo credit |
Sometimes
life gets so busy that we rarely stop to catch our breath and enjoy special
moments with those around us. Below is a poem I came across on the internet,
may it provide you with a nugget of inspiration to do something differently
today.
An Hour of Your Time
A man came
home from work late again, tired irritated, to fine his 5 year old son waiting
for him by the door. “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
“Yeah sure,
what is it?” Replied the man.
“Daddy, how
much money do you make an hour?”
“That’s none
of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.
“I just want
to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.
“If you must
know, I make $20 an hour.”
“Oh,” the
little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $10,
please?”
The father
was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just
so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then march
yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being
selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such childish
games.”
The little
boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to
get even madder about the boys questioning. How dare him ask such questions
only to get money.
After an
hour or so, the man had calmed down and started to think he may have been a
little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with
that $10, and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the
door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.
“Are you
asleep son,” he asked.
“No daddy, I’m
awake,” replied the boy.”
“I’ve been
thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier” said the man. “It’s been a long
day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $10 you asked for.”
The little
boy sat straight up beaming. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then reaching
under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man seeing the
boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly
counted out his money, then looked at the man.
“Why did you
want money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.
“Because I
didn’t have enough, but now I do.” The little boy replied.
“Daddy, I
have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?
Share some
time with those who need you. They need our time more than we will ever know.
Author unknown
Story credit
No comments:
Post a Comment