SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?”
SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?”
SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: “If you must know, I make $100 an hour.”
SON: “Oh! (With his head down).
SON: “Daddy, may I please borrow $50?”
The father was furious.
DAD: “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $ 50 and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.
DAD: “Are you asleep, son?”
SON: “No daddy, I’m awake”.
DAD: “I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $50 you asked for.”
The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON: “Oh, thank you daddy!”
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
DAD: “Why do you want more money if you already have some?”
SON: “Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do.
“Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.”
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness. It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $100 worth of your time with someone you love? If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.
Some things are more important.
Classic. And even more touching now that I’m about to be a father myself.
Hay… an old tale… but more powerful now that I’m about to be a dad.
so touching..i feel sorry to my son i leave him
he is 2months only and now he is 6yrs.old already
money is not important if this has no value. work is not important if you work for money. time is a value. give time for your family and love ones. we live in this world with uncertain.
Time is so precious that no amount of money can buy… As i reached the peak of my career… Until i retired lately, i asked myself what have i accomplished in life after 40 years of working for the upliftment of my family. There were times that i sacrificed so much to deprive my children during thier formative years… that i regreted so much… Now that they have thier own family i am spending so much with my grandchildren .. As if this is my back subject in school that i failed to pass… Out there you young professional who have family Please take care of your children and don’t let thier yaya take care or handle them when problems occurs as they grows up the ladder… This is my lesson that i regretted.. You have the resources upon retirement but you cannot brought back the lost time with your children.
wow a very touching story. It’s really happening and people should know their priority now.
So true.. especially today that one parent is not enough to work and support the family. I grew up with my father working a lot that I go to sleep at night without seeing him and waking up in the morning but he already left. But my mom dedicated her life taking care of us. As for my father, I try to recall memories of him when we spent quality time. I barely remember. I don’t hold any grudge coz’ I understand he had to work that hard to give us a good life. I believe that’s also the reason why he just wanted my mom not to work. But I do wish my childhood did not pass by without him and I spending more time.