It's not often that I get a email that I feel is worth sharing but this one is.
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 bornand 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/sister. 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/sister
wants to tag along, I
hope you'll let
him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friendsand 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 your driver to
drop you two blocks away
so you won't seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a
slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches youhow 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
boy\girl, and when
you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap
tastes
like. 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.
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 yourhand.
These things I wish for you - tough times anddisappointment, 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.
> Paul Harvey
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