I ran into a stranger as he passed by,"Oh excuse me please"
was my reply.He said, "Please excuse me too;I wasn't watching for you."We were very polite,
this stranger and I.We went on our way
and we said good-bye.
But at home a different story is told,How we treat our loved ones,
young and old.
Later that day,
while working at my desk top,My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned,
I nearly knocked him down."Move out of the way,"
I said with a frown.He walked away,
his little heart broken.I didn't realize
how harshly I'd spoken
While I lay awake in bed,God's still small voice came to me and said,"While dealing with a stranger,common courtesy you use,but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look inside his desk drawer,You'll find an essay written about "Abah" (Father).
The essay IS about YOU.
How he praises you
and regards you
as his guidance and best friend.He stood very quietly
wanting to show it to you,you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,And now my tears began to fall.I quietly went and knelt by his bed;"Wake up, little one,
wake up," I said.
"You wrote this, son?"
He smiled, "We were given a topic to write about any particular person.My friends chose to write about famous persons of the world".
"I have chosen you instead.
Can't think of somebody else.You are famous to me."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry
for the way I acted today;I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."He said, "Oh, Abah, that's okay.I love you anyway."I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the story,
especially about you
"rodeo riding" on my back."
FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?So what is behind the story?
Living for the smile of my Prince
