An inconcluded life
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2003-04-25 20:50:10 (UTC)

a better world

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/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 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 boy/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
Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the

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 Hannukah/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