Five More Minutes . . .
All the Time in the World While at the park one day, a woman sat down nextto 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, "O.K."
"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 . . .
posted by Deeps @ 11/22/2005 05:56:00 PM
