Time

Music: Nil
Mood: In pain and miserable still...
Random Note: I dreamt of my family AGAIN XD

I got this chain letter from a friend. Found it to be nice so here goes:

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.

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It is disappointing how we all do not make enough effort to spend time with each other whenever we actually can afford to. I was just talking to my best pal yesterday and he tells me that he hasn't seen Sonia since the day I left for Sydney.

Oddly enough, I got a letter from Sonia telling me how busy Jeremy is with NS.

I still remembered that before I left for my studies, Sonia told me how lucky I was to have X with me on this trip, that I will have all the entertainment I'll need because he was the best.

Well X has gone off for his activity for the evening, and he'll be off to his activity for tomorrow as well. All I ever got was "unless you want to spend 25 bucks" to go to an anime convention, and that doesn't even sound like an invitation.

Am I really that poor a person to hang out with? I mean it's either I am so not interesting, or I am just a poor person whom doesn't deserve to have friends just because I cannot afford to go out as often.

And this awesome neck pain is just not helping me. I've been walking around the house with my head tilted 1/4 way because I cannot straighten it.

I miss having someone to at least allow myself to complain to in person.

Now I just feel like crying but I think I'll go do my accounting and econometrics.

Ah Jon