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Dad
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A
young successful attorney said: "The greatest gift I
ever received was a gift I got when my Dad gave me a small
box. Inside was a note saying, 'Son, this year I will give
you 365 hours, an hour every day after dinner. It's yours.
We'll talk about what you want to talk about, we'll go where
you want to go, play what you want to play. It will be your
hour!'"
"My dad not only kept his
promise," he said, "but every year he renewed it—and
it's the greatest gift I ever had in my life. I am the result
of his time."
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One
father confessed that he did not realise how dishonest he
was until he learned a hard lesson. His fourth-grade son received
a very low mark in spelling. In spite of scoldings and extra
study it seemed his son simply could not bring up his grade.
One day the lad told his teacher,
"When my dad went to school he got all A's in spelling."
"How do you know?"
the teacher asked. "Did he tell you he did?"
"No!" the boy replied,
"But I know he did by the way he scolds me."
"The way I scolded my son",
the father said, "I conveyed an untruth. The fact is
that I, too, had a hard time in spelling. Then I told my son
I also had a difficult time in spelling. Immediately I saw
hope shining in his eyes.
"From that moment on my
son did much better. By giving him the impression I got all
A's I made him feel defeated. By being honest myself I gave
him hope that since Dad made it, he could, too."
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A
young father was pushing a baby buggy down the street. He
seemed to be unruffled by the bawling of the baby and softly
said, "Easy, Albert! Control yourself! Keep calm!"
The baby bawled more loudly.
"Now, now, Albert, keep
your temper!" the father went on.
A mother, passing by, said,
"I must congratulate you on your self-control. You surely
know how to speak to a baby—calmly and gently!"
She patted the crying baby
on the head, and asked soothingly, "What's wrong, Albert?"
"No, no!" exclaimed
the father, "the baby's name is Johnny. I'm Albert!"
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A
father had told his son he would send him to sleep in the attic,
with only bread and water for his supper, if he broke the laws
of the home once more. The child disobeyed again and was sent
to the attic.
The father could not eat. He had
the boy on his mind and his heart. His wife said: "I know
what you are thinking. But you must not bring the boy from the
attic. It would clause him to disobey again. He would have no
respect for your word. You must not cheapen your relation as
his father by failing to keep your promise."
To which her husband replied:
"You are right. I will not break my word. To do so would
cause my son to lose his respect for my word. But he is so lonely
up there."
He kissed his wife good night,
entered the attic, ate bread & water with the boy, and when
the child went to sleep on the hard boards, his father's arm
was his pillow.
He who knew no sin suffered for
the sinner. |
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