Hi Rhonda,

I really liked that one. It's so true!

Thanks for sharing it with us.

Lovingly,
Pat Ferguson



At 10:29 AM 6/12/05, you wrote:
>Here is a pretty neat little thing from Paul Harvey.
>Paul Harvey Writes:
>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 meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.
>I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty
>by being cheated.
>I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
>And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
>It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies 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/sister. 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 movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag
>along, I hope you'll let him/her.
>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 you don't ask your
>driver 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 computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract
>in your head.
>I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush
>on > >a boy\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 a stove and
>stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
>I don't care if you try a 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 Grandma/Grandpa and
>go fishing with your Uncle.
>May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
>I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your
>neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at
>Hannukah/Christmas time
>when you give her a plaster mold of your
>  >hand.
>These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and
>happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
>Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die
>before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.