| 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.
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
wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him. 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 uncool
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 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 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 neighbor'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,
its the only way to appreciate life.
Send this to all of your friends who mean the most
to you. We secure our friends not by accepting
favors but by doing them.
Paul Harvey...GOOD DAY
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