I get this e-mail from my friends this evening, after I read it was so touching. It remind me that I had 1 student with almost the same situation, please read the short story first before I tell my story.
A small touching story mainly for professionals...
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 is it?' 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 Rs.100 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow Rs.50?'
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 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 Rs.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 he 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 Rs.50 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 Rs.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 Rs.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 & 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.
How you feel, is it so touching? About my student story, we have reading everyday. This little boy was average boy, he can read if he had revision at home but lately his reading getting poor.
One day, I had reading with him.
1+2mom : Do you read at home?
Boy : *shake his head* nope.
1+2mom : Why didnt do reading at home?
Boy : Mommy watch TV, she have no time to teach me.
1+2mom : *so surprise, this parent ask me to give her son do homework i thought she is a good mom* ask your mommy give you 5 min, just 5 min to teach you.
Boy : *nod his head*ok.
1+2mom : ok, go back your own place.
The next day...
1+2mom : Why you still cannot read?Yesterday night you didnt ask your mommy teach you?
Boy : Mommy said she dun have 5 min for me.
1+2mom : *open eyes big*huh?Your mommy told you dun have 5 min for you?
Boy : yalor, she want to watch TV.
1+2mom : ok,ok, i will call your mommy ask her to teach you. (I didnt call, I dunno how to tell her about it).
From the conversation with the boy, now a day so many parents told us they have no time for their kids. When they back home about 8 or 9 pm, it was so late to accompany the kids do some very short reading. I dunno they will have time to chat with the kids or not, in my mind i think why this parents want to give birth the child but they dun care what they feel and really need.
I wanted to put this short story on my outside noticeboard, when parents-teachers day it can let the parents read while they waiting their turn. It is possible or not to put on this story on the board? Will it feel like show to someone not really take time for thier children?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
7 comments:
I have read this email before... and it was still touching to read it again. As for the conversation with your student.I pity the boy...
I think puting outside the noticeboard is a good idea. It's just a reminder to parent that we should spend more time with our kids. Sometimes somehow parent will just forget that they have neglected their kids.
Unless the student in your converstaion tell his mother about it. Otherwise, it should be okay! :)
i read this before too & it was indeed touching...
the story of yr student does sound familiar to me coz i think to a certain extend i am consider that group too, reached home 8-9pm, need my TV time.....sob sob sob, but thanks for yr reminder, i'll keep remind myself to spend more time with my boys!!
i think shd be ok to place the story in yr school but it's more of a matter of the parents care to read or not!!
very touching story.
Eh cheer up yr bday is coming ;)
shannon's mummy,
Welcome to my blog :)
Then i'll put it on when the day is come.
jacss,
haha..sorry hor, i dun mean to say you. But parents really need to spend more time with kids cause time pass so fast you wont have time go back to correct your mistake.
sasha,
wow, thanks.
a great piece of story indeed.
jazzmint,
that's why i want to share with all of you :)
read b4 on tat email..
feel sad on yr lil student.. but its what happen to most of the family.. can see from my own eyes.. parent get back home.. eat and sit front of tv, kids are non of their business... hopefully I wont be that ...
Post a Comment