Saturday, July 2. 2005Heartwarmers
Dr. Liew (my supposed alter ego) posted an unexpected heartwarmer recently. Loved the Chinapek version of the much-forwarded story.
 Kelvin and Benjy - "Kiss me quick!" One of the highlights last weekend was spending time with some of the Klangites from church. Kelvin was beaming from ear to ear as he narrated how he had spent 6 hours that afternoon in a drawing competition with Benjy. The father and son duo did their best (Kelvin is very talented in painting and drawing) and waited for the results with bated breath. They were so nervous when one by one the winners were announced. Benjy: Dad, aiyo, third prize also we didn't get, how lar? They won the grand prize. Benjy was so esctatic that as they went proudly up to the front to collect their prize, he told everyone he bumped along the way, "My dad is the greatest dad of all!" And that's so true. Not many fathers would be willing to spend 6 whole hours on some kiddy drawing competition. But Kelvin did that and said that it was truly a time of priceless bonding. After all, kids normally wouldn't like to spend time with their parents once they've hit their teens. "We are always too busy for our children; we never give them the time or interest they deserve. We lavish gifts upon them; but the most precious gift, our personal association, which means so much to them, we give grudgingly." Mark Twain (1835 - 1910) Here's another one from Collection of Stories. Click on the 'Click to Read More' link below to read it. It's around the same theme - spending time with your kids. All the time in the world
While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground. "That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide. "He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the blue sweater." Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son. "What do you say we go, Todd?" Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes." The man nodded and Todd continued to swing to his heart's content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his son. "Time to go now?" Again Todd pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes." The man smiled and said, "Okay." "My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded. The man smiled and then said, "My older son Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Todd. "He thinks he has five more minutes to swing. The truth is . . . I get five more minutes to watch him play." Trackbacks
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 I have a love/hate relationship with stories like these. I love them because they are reminders that love is strong. The hate part I guess is based in a little bit of jealousy that I didn't have many such experiences before losing my father. I look forward to having them with sons and daughters of my own one day though! 
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