John W. Faust
(U.S. Army-DAV ret.)
Fw: Paul Harvey wrote
Date:
Wed, 7 Jun 2000 21:38:03 -0400
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> Paul Harvey Writes:
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>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, 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 favors, but by doing them.
>
> Paul Harvey
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