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<blockquote data-quote="Mikey" data-source="post: 48939" data-attributes="member: 3579"><p>Wow Shelia. That's a great poem. I think I read it a long time ago, but it's wonderful.</p><p></p><p>If only I could get my son to read it. But right now, his ODD is in full-tilt overdrive, and I could offer him a million dollars and he'd think I had it marked so I could track how he spent it.</p><p></p><p>So, I'll print it out, leave it on his bed, and he'll read it or he won't. But I certainly appreciate you sharing that with me (and everyone here). At some point in your life, these things start to make sense.</p><p></p><p>I have another one for you. I'll paraphrase as best as I can, since I can't remember it exactly, nor can I properly attribute it to it's "writeful" owner (pun intended). I think it's a Chinese proverb, though.</p><p></p><p><em>There once was a young man who lived on a farm with his family - his wife, his two sons, a daughter, and his aging father who had owned the farm before him.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>For several years, the farm had not been doing well, and it was all the young man could do to raise enough food to feed his family, much less sell anything to pay the bills.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>In desperation, the young man decided to do away with his old and frail father. That would save on the food he had to feed him, leaving him with some to sell. He could also rent out his father's room. After all, hadn't his father already lived a long and prosperous life? Why should the son have to suffer in <strong>his</strong> life, while the father simply sat on the porch and watched?</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>So the son began to build a box in the front yard. He would put his father in the box, take him to the river, and throw him in near the waterfalls.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The father watched his son build the box, and asked what he was doing. "Building a box, Father" replied the son, hoping his father thought it was for vegetables from the farm. The father just nodded.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Early the next day, the son brought his father out and put him in the box, put the box on the wagon and started for the river. The father, who had known all along what was happening, humbly asked his son where they were going. "To the river, Father" the son replied while looking at his feet.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The father replied "Son, I understand what you're doing, and why. I won't stop you, but please, don't let the box go over the waterfall. When you're done and I'm gone, please keep the box and bury me".</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The son choked up, thinking that his father wanted to be buried at home and said "Father, I don't think I can bear to see you afterwards". </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The father, with a knowing smile on his lips, replied "it's not that son. It's just that you spent so much time making this fine, sturdy box. When you're done, I thought you might want to keep it because some day, <strong>your own son might need such a box, and having this one would save him the trouble of having to build it himself.</strong></em></p><p></p><p>Youth is, truly, wasted on the young.</p><p></p><p>Mikey</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mikey, post: 48939, member: 3579"] Wow Shelia. That's a great poem. I think I read it a long time ago, but it's wonderful. If only I could get my son to read it. But right now, his ODD is in full-tilt overdrive, and I could offer him a million dollars and he'd think I had it marked so I could track how he spent it. So, I'll print it out, leave it on his bed, and he'll read it or he won't. But I certainly appreciate you sharing that with me (and everyone here). At some point in your life, these things start to make sense. I have another one for you. I'll paraphrase as best as I can, since I can't remember it exactly, nor can I properly attribute it to it's "writeful" owner (pun intended). I think it's a Chinese proverb, though. [i]There once was a young man who lived on a farm with his family - his wife, his two sons, a daughter, and his aging father who had owned the farm before him. For several years, the farm had not been doing well, and it was all the young man could do to raise enough food to feed his family, much less sell anything to pay the bills. In desperation, the young man decided to do away with his old and frail father. That would save on the food he had to feed him, leaving him with some to sell. He could also rent out his father's room. After all, hadn't his father already lived a long and prosperous life? Why should the son have to suffer in [b]his[/b] life, while the father simply sat on the porch and watched? So the son began to build a box in the front yard. He would put his father in the box, take him to the river, and throw him in near the waterfalls. The father watched his son build the box, and asked what he was doing. "Building a box, Father" replied the son, hoping his father thought it was for vegetables from the farm. The father just nodded. Early the next day, the son brought his father out and put him in the box, put the box on the wagon and started for the river. The father, who had known all along what was happening, humbly asked his son where they were going. "To the river, Father" the son replied while looking at his feet. The father replied "Son, I understand what you're doing, and why. I won't stop you, but please, don't let the box go over the waterfall. When you're done and I'm gone, please keep the box and bury me". The son choked up, thinking that his father wanted to be buried at home and said "Father, I don't think I can bear to see you afterwards". The father, with a knowing smile on his lips, replied "it's not that son. It's just that you spent so much time making this fine, sturdy box. When you're done, I thought you might want to keep it because some day, [b]your own son might need such a box, and having this one would save him the trouble of having to build it himself.[/b][/i] Youth is, truly, wasted on the young. Mikey [/QUOTE]
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