can i borrow $25?

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'

The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.

The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. 'Are you asleep, son?' He asked. 'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy. 'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.'

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. '

Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.

Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied. 'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

Can I Borrow $25?

(a good lesson.... but how do those of us not working for "the company" handle such things? hmm)

thursday, 12/13/07

sorry it's been awhile-- it's me-- it's the holiday upcoming-- it's people-- you know, stuff.

mom had her final visit with her surgeon today. no need to go back unless we deem it necessary. he ordered out-patient therapy for her so that will begin soon. the in-home therapy finished last month. she's made too much improvement to stop now-- especially since she's still within her 6 month to a year window of complete healing. it's only been 3.5 months since her surgery so we figure she's well on her way to being better than before surgery-- might as well take all those helps offered. good for her.

now.... even tho her surgeon is in the same practice as the other doc who's helping us figure out what her back, legs, and foot problems are... they aren't doing the same exams with mom, so we're still a go for mom's neuropathy tests next week. so far we've been told what it could be and what it isn't. it's those isn'ts that are keeping mom in good spirits.

dad. he's had such a good couple of weeks. sure there were things he didn't wish to go to and that always hits a strange cord with us, but he was still on his normal schedule and eating well, too. until....

last night he went to bed at around 4:30pm or so.... and he never got up until tonight at 5:30pm. he's had the tiniest of colds-- i thought he was simply needing more rest. but it just got scary after 11am this morning and he still hadn't made his way out. of course i checked on him all the time-- it became my obsession-- and each time i started to go back and noticed i didn't have my cell on me, i turned around and got it before i opened his door. "in case." isn't that a kicker??? in case.

thank god each time i peeked, it was only a matter of moments before i heard breathing or noticed that he had changed shoes or clothes-- but simply decided to go back to bed instead of coming out. at around 4 or so i had made enough noise to see his eyes open and set down his pills and some finger food. but-- he still hadn't gotten up and OUT. the madness ended at 5:30 when he opened the door and sat in his chair. YES!!!!

i managed to get him hydrated and fed a few more bites before he's gone back to bed again. mom is going out of her mind. we've talked about it all day and she's busied herself with her christmas cards but the shoulders finally relaxed when she knew dad was in his chair eating.

other than all this... the twins visited this week (their finals are now done and have a 5 week break from college courses)... and youngest son has visited everyday! SCORE!! hubby spent 2 vacation days at the office... umm, yeah. and, i've finished four more books. i know i'm a freak of nature...

that's all. nothing else.