Simpler days

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 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….

> What is greater than God, More evil than
> the devil, The poor have it, The rich need it, And if you
> eat it, you’ll die?
(80% of Kindergartners can get this right, and only 17% of Stanford Students!)

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