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A Letter From Mom & Dad

A Letter from Mom and Dad - Karina's Thought

 

I strongly believe that this post has been read by millions of readers in the internet. But I think it is still worth to us to read it again. This is a depiction of how great the parents’ love to their children and it is a reminder to us to always honor and love our parents. Few days ago my Mom gave me a big picture with the title “A letter from Mom and Dad.” It picture contained with these beautiful words and makes my tears dropped. Mom and Dad, thank you for this beautiful reminder. I really love you so much.

My dear child,

When I grow old, I hope you understand and have patience with me. In case, I break a plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eye sight. I hope you don’t yell at me. Older people are sensitive, always having self-pity when you yell.

When my hearing gets worse and I can’t hear what you’re saying. I hope you don’t call me, “Deaf.” Please repeat what you said, or write it down. I’m sorry, my child. I’m getting older.

When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up. Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning to walk. Please bear with me.

When I keep repeating myself like a broken record, I hope you just keep listening to me. Please don’t make fun of me or get sick of listening to me. Do you remember when you were little and wanted a balloon? You repeated yourself over and over, until you got what you wanted.

Please also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person. Please don’t force me to shower. My body is weak. Old people get sick easily when they’re cold. I hope I don’t gross you out.
Do you remember when you were little? I used to chase you around because you didn’t want to shower.

I hope you can be patient with me, when I’m always cranky. It’s all part of getting old.
You’ll understand when you’re older and if you have spare time, I hope we can talk, even for a few minutes. I’m always by myself all the time, and have no one to talk to. I know you’re busy with work. Even if you’re not interested with my stories, please have time for me. Do you remember when you were little? I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.

When the time comes and I get bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me.
I’m sorry. If I wet the bed or make a mess. I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life. I’m not going to last much longer, anyway when the time of my death comes, “I hope you hold my hand and give me the strength to face death and don’t worry.
When I finally meet our God in the heaven ………………..I’ll whisper in His ear ………………….. “Please bless my child”. because you loved your mom and dad.
Thank you so much for your We love you… With much love

Mom & Dad

“Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.” Exodus 20:12

Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise— “so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.” Ephesians 6:1-3

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The Old Professor

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that that lit up her entire being.


She said, “Hi, handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.
“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.
She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel.”
“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and share a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine” as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.


Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.”


As we laughed she cleared her throat and began: “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. “You have to laugh and find humor every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dean and don’t even know it!”
“There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change.”
“Have no regrets. The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.”


She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose. She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be.

Remember, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

 Messages in this story: –

You are never to old to learn,
– always pursue your dreams, you are never to old to set your goals and accomplish your dreams,
– laugh and find humor in everyday,
– find opportunities in change,especially in today’s world where change is moving at a fast pace, don’t let change overwhelm you, let change help you find opportunities you may have never seen!
– have no regrets – her story is so true, so many people use words such as “if only”, “I wish”, “I can’t”, etc.

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