my DADDY when i was 4..
when i was:
4 years old: my daddy can do anything.
5 years old: my daddy knows a whole lot.
6 years old: my dad is smarter that your dad.
8 years old: my dad doesn’t know exactly everything.
10 years old: in the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different.
12 years old: oh well, naturally, dad doesn;t know anything about that. he is too old to remember his childhood.
14 years old: don’t pay attention to my dad. he’s so old-fashioned.
21 years old: him? my lord, he’s hopelessly out-of-date.
25 years old: dad knows about it, but then he ahould, because he has been around so long.
30 years old: maybe we shold ask dad what he thinks. after all, he’s had a lot of experience.
35 years old: i’m not doing a single thing until i talk to dad.
40 years old: i wondered how dad would have handled it. he was so wise.
50 years old: i’d give anything if dad were here so i could talk this over with him. too bad i didn’t appreciate how smart he was. i could’ve learned a lot from him.
i got this message from the programme that was distributed to members at church this morning. i was gripped by the whole truth this message was saying. oftentimes we neglect our very own fathers. we must always remember all their hardships just to provide the family with all the wants and needs. this message made me appreciate my papa bert more. he’s not here with me in the city so there’s no way i can greet him personally. so am gonna grab my phone now and maybe send him a simple message how much grateful i am for having him as a father. why don’t you too do it now?