The Paul Harvey Philosophy

These things I wish for each of you..... We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse.

For my grandchildren, I'd like better. I'd really like for them to know about hand-me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meatloaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep. I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him. When you want to see a movie and your little sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely. On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your 'driver' to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what Ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole. I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your Mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you: tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness.

To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.

Paul Harvey - "Good Day"!>

-- Stacy Rohan (KincoraFarm@aol.com), February 27, 2001

Answers

Thanks for sharing this with us Stacy, it really brings home the life that we are trying lead and values that we are trying to give our children.

Jim T

-- Jim Tanner (Tanner_jim@hotmail.com), February 27, 2001.

AMEN! to Stacy and Jim (and to Paul Harvey!)

-- Cynthia Speer (farmsteader@gvtel.com), February 27, 2001.

WOW! thanks for posting this Stacy.

-- greg (gsmith@tricountyi.net), February 27, 2001.

Stacy,

I STILL like leftover meatloaf sandwiches, and so does my daughter.

Great post, BTW.

(:raig

-- Craig (cmiller@ssd.com), February 28, 2001.

I usually don't take time to read stuff like this but I read this and I'm SOOOO glad I did! Thank you!!!

-- Suzy in Bama (slgt@yahoo.com), February 28, 2001.

Amen! again, except that I would say a glass of homemade beer or wine shared with a friend is not a bad thing! It is a good thing if shared responsibly, as it should be. GL!

-- Brad (homefixer@SacoRiver.net), March 01, 2001.