-----Original Message----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Date: Friday, October 01, 1999 11:35 AM Subject: These things I wish >These Things I Wish >by Paul Harvey >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 meatloaf sandwiches. >I really would. > >My cherished grandson, I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and >that you learn honesty by being cheated. I hope you learn to make your bed >and mow the lawn and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand >new car when you are sixteen. I hope you have a job by then. It will be good >if at least one time you can see a baby calf 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. 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 Disney movie and your little brother wants to tag >along, I hope you'll let him. I hope you have to walk uphill to school with >your friends and that you live in a town where it you can do it safely. On >rainy days when you have to catch a ride I hope your driver doesn't have 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 those newfangled computers, I hope you also >learn to add and subtract in your head. I hope you get razzed by your friends >when you have your first crush on a 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 you hand on stove and stick >your tongue on a frozen flagpole. I hope you get sick when someone blows >cigar smoke in your face. I don't care if you try 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 >grandpa and go fishing with your uncle. May you feel sorrow at a funeral and >the joy of holidays. I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a >baseball through a neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at >Christmas time when you give her a plaster of Paris mold of your hand. > >These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and >happiness. > >Written with a pen. >Sealed with a kiss. _______ To unsubscribe, send "unsubscribe rangernet" to [EMAIL PROTECTED] "Eat the hay & spit out the sticks! - A#1's mule" RTKB&G4JC! http://rangernet.org Autoresponder: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
