Fw: A message by Paul Harvey

[Bernadine Egger <lnb@gpcom.net>]

To my cherished friends!
>
>A message 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 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 your hand on the 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.  Are we friends or are we not? You told me once but I
forgot.
>So tell me now and tell me true. So I can say....... "I'm here for
you."
>Of all the friends I've ever met, you're the one I won't forget.
>And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.
>
>Send this to all of your friends that mean the most to you and let them

>know that they are your good friend! "We secure our friends not by
accepting
>favors but by doing them."
>
>I Really Liked This........Hope You Do Too.....These things I wish for
each
>of you.............By Paul Harvey

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