To all the Working Professionals out there, a touching story!

SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"
SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"
SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "If you must know, I make $100 an hour."
SON: "Oh! (With his head down).
SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow $50?"
The father was furious.
DAD: "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 work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."

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 $ 50 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.

DAD: "Are you asleep, son?"

SON: "No daddy, I'm awake".
DAD: "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $50 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON: "Oh, thank you daddy!"
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.

DAD: "Why do you want more money if you already have some?"

SON: "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do.

"Daddy, I have $100 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 $100 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 days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.

Some things are more important.

reply to post by BeingPure


Pulled at the heart strings that one did...thanks for posting

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Ah, you got me misty eyed, I miss my son dearly...


Great story, S+F for bringing a bit of positivity to my life.

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That was a truly beautiful story. . .

We all let the busy-ness of life get in the way of what truly matters in LIFE...

The gift of our TIME and LOVE. . . .

S&F

This is awesome! I firmly believe that a lot of people should see this story, who knows, it could make a difference.

When I was working, I would leave at 8 in the morning and come back around 7 and eat then go out and get things ready for the next day and work on vehicles and my home. That was a good day. During busy times I wouldn't get home till after eleven at night, sometimes I even worked till two in the morning. I always was gone around eight again. I know that my kids were used to me not being around. When I had to quit working I had the DT's. Being a workaholic most of my life was not right either.

Since I can't work anymore, I have tried to correct some of the things I caused with my children. They became good depersonalized capitalists also. The funny thing is that my correction is not socially acceptable if you want to succeed, you need to be impersonal and support this messed up society instead of being a family person who respects nature to be successful. I'll keep with the new me, the one who thinks family and morals are more important than success.

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And the most selfish thing about being parent is that they just look at things through their own inaccurate glasses.

They want to bring enlightenment to children by taking primary needs of the children.

Like taking the food and bringing a delicious desert.

But the selfish minds his own way of thinking.

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nice story i assume it is fiction?

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Dammit almost lost some water from my eyes, touching story but whats even more sad is the constant preaching of hard work gets you far in life and you will gain so much capital but loose the most precious thing mankind has, time.

Thanks for sharing good things

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I don't even have kids, or like them that much, but wow.

i'm sure it's one of those BS stories from facebook, but... wow

Think I'll spend X$ amount of time with my wife this week, I don't make nearly 100$ an hour, so X can be whatever you want to think i'm worth

Originally posted by AthlonSavage
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nice story i assume it is fiction?

Does it matter? A good message is a good message. Only if you can apply it to your life does it really take on meaning, and in this day and age less and less people seem to be capable of that level of maturity and honesty.

That really was a good story OP.

I have read this on FB, but I must admit, it's a good parable, and like all good parables it teaches us a valuable lesson about ourselves.

Being a good provider and hard worker for your family is an admirable character trait, but too often we forget why we are working in the first place, and money becomes the goal.

I admit, as a father of 8 kids now grown, I spent far too many hours in a server room as opposed to my children's bedroom reading a story and just being a connected father.

Quote by W. Livingston Larned

"Listen, son; I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.

There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came Up the road, I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before you boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that, my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy - a little boy!"

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much."

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God, that struck an unexpected chored and made me think!

I'm heading home early today to spend some time with my daughters.

Thanks for the timely reminder BPure

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That was moving. Thank you for sharing.

Star for you.

I go home on friday after being away for a month. I am home for 4 days only. Will have to make the most of it starting with the scooter I bought my son after Christmas, and its still not built yet.