Five more minutes
While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to
a man on a bench near a playground.
“That’s my daughter over there,” she said,
pointing to a little girl in a red sweater who was on the swing.
“She’s a beautiful girl,” the man said. “That’s my
son, gliding down the slide 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, “Okay.”
“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
believes he has gained five more minutes to swing. The truth actually is that I
get ‘five more minutes’ to watch him play.”
Life is all about making priorities - what are
your priorities?
