"When I was little," Connie told me once, "I always wanted a rich father. My neighbors got new clothes with name brand labels, fancy Easter baskets. They seemed so rich and I wanted that.
"In high school, I always wanted a rich father. We could never afford Jantzen sweater sets. I didn't drive a car to school or wear fancy clothes, our vacations were simple, but fun.
"Then when I went to college, some of the girls told me about their fathers; alcoholics, abusive, absent, mean, indifferent.
"And, it suddenly occurred to me, I did have a RICH father; rich in honesty, hard work, integrity, rich in dedication to his family.
"And, with that realization came the startling fact; I was RICH indeed."
Ah, Connie...so, so true.
The Heart Mender by Andy Andrews
WOW! What an incredible book. All based on truth. This is the story of a German U Boat sailor washed ashore in the Gulf of Mexico. I ...
No comments:
Post a Comment