wit and wisdom stories

T he  father came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door. He has been missing him very much lately due to his long work hours.  Son asked, "Father, may I ask you a question?" Father replied: "Yeah sure, what is it?" "Father, how much do you make an hour?" asked the son. "I make $20 an hour." said his father. The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. He started counting the money he had and gathered exactly $20 and gave it in the hands of his father and said,  "Father, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you." The father of the boy realised that day that his son needs $20 worth of time than his $20. Money may be an unwise investment indeed where true love is required!

T he story goes back some time ago, a father punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the little girl tried to decorate a box. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Father." The father was embarrassed by his earlier over reaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. Father yelled at his 3-year-old daughter, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present (gift), there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Father, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Father." The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. Only a short time later, an accident took the life of his little girl. It is also told that...

I ran into a stranger as he passed by. "Oh, excuse me please" was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't even watching for you." We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said good-bye. But at home a different story is told, how we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, my daughter stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked her down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown. My daughter walked away, her little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I had spoken. While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the children you love, you seem to abuse. Look on the kitchen floor, you will find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers your daughter brought for you. She picked them herself, pink, yellow and blue. Your daug...