Sunday, November 21, 2004

Paul Harvey-ness

(My edit.)
(I liked this.)

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.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends.

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.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy/girl.

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. *not true*

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

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.

Luke!!

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