Monday, November 03, 2014

 

JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES

JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES

 

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground. "That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.

 

"He's a fine looking boy" the man said. "That's my daughter on the bike in the white dress." Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter.

 

"What do you say we go, Melissa?"

 

Melissa pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes."

 

The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart's content.

 

Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. "Time to go now?"

 

Again Melissa pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes."

 

The man smiled and said, "O.K."

 

"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.

 

The man smiled and then said, "Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa. She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play."

 

Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?

 

Give someone you love 5 more minutes of your time today

 

-- Author Unknown


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JUST CALL UPON HIM

JUST CALL UPON HIM

 

The boy walked along the ocean shore . . . trying not to stray.

He looked up to his father saying, "Dad, I want to play."

 

His father looked upon him, with love showing in his eyes.

"Do what you want to, my son . . . but do not leave my side."

 

"I would never leave you Daddy, I love you way too much."

But the boy took a step away, out of his father's range of touch.

 

He walked through the surf, the waves tickling one toe.

"If I take one more step in . . ." he thought, "Father will never know."

 

His father called out to him, "Son, to me remain true!"

The boy thought with glee . . . "At the moment I don't need you!"

 

His father felt a sadness, but he held his tongue.

Sometimes lessons need to be learned . . . even when so young.

 

The boy stepped out a little further . . . the water covering his waist.

His father spoke with urgency . . . his father spoke with haste.

 

"My son, come back to me," he said, "The day is almost done!"

"Not yet, Dad," the boy yelled, "I'm having too much fun!"

 

But the boy did not have his father's insight so he could not yet tell,

The tide was coming in fast . . . there would be no time to yell.

 

"Father!" he tried to scream, as the water covered his head.

"I need you now, Daddy!" was what the boy had said.

 

And in a single instant his father was by his side.

"I thought you left me, Daddy . . . I thought you went to hide."

 

The father looked upon his son . . . a tear streaming down his cheek.

The boy looked upon his father . . . and cried the sobs of the meek.

 

"I would never leave you son . . . for I love you just the same."

"I was only waiting . . . for you to call upon my name."

 

-- Author Unknown

 

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