Understanding How Life Really Happens! : Paul Harvey

He is there to show the way home! Believe, without good direction from the people closest to were you live,  nearly all can and will be lost.

Setting the example for growth
in the life!

SOMETHING INTEREST

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Paul Harvey once wrote a letter to his grandchildren. It was not filled with toys, money or easy promises. It was filled with the kind of lessons only a long life can teach.

He said he wished children could grow up knowing the simple things. Clothes passed down from cousins. Homemade ice cream on summer nights. Leftover meat loaf tucked between two slices of bread.

He hoped they would learn humility by being embarrassed once in a while, and learn honesty the day someone cheated them. He wanted them to make their own bed, mow the yard, wash the family car, and feel the pride that comes from doing a job well.

He hoped no one would hand them a shiny new car on their sixteenth birthday. Some things are sweeter when you earn them.

He wanted them to see puppies born, and to stand beside an old family dog at the end, because life brings both joy and goodbye. He even hoped they would get a black eye someday while standing up for something that mattered.

He pictured them sharing a room with a younger sibling, drawing an invisible line down the middle, only to lift the blanket when that little one crawled in after a bad dream.

He hoped they would walk uphill to school with friends, in a place safe enough for such a childhood. That when it rained and Mom gave them a ride, they would not ask her to drop them two blocks away out of embarrassment.
If they wanted a slingshot, he hoped their father would show them how to make one instead of buying it. 

He wanted them to dig in the dirt and read books, to learn computers but still know how to add and subtract without help.

He hoped their friends would tease them gently about their first crush, and that when they talked back to their mother they would learn quickly that respect matters.

He wished for scraped knees on a climb, a burned hand that taught caution, and maybe even the shock of a frozen flagpole in winter. Lessons remembered forever.

He said he did not care if they tasted a beer once, but hoped they did not enjoy it. And that if anyone ever offered them drugs, they would know in their heart that person was not a friend.

He wanted hours spent on the porch with grandparents, and fishing trips with an uncle who smelled of bait and river water. He wanted them to feel sorrow at a funeral and true joy at Christmas.

He hoped their mother would scold them when a baseball flew through a neighbor’s window, then hold them close when they placed a handmade gift in her hands on Christmas morning.

He ended with a wish that seems simple, yet holds the weight of a lifetime.
Tough times and disappointment. Hard work and happiness.
Because only by living all of it can a person learn what life is really worth.
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