An Inspirational Story
(Ms Ritu Sinha)
(Ms Ritu Sinha)
"Daddy, how much do you
make an hour?" With a timid voice and idolizing eyes, the little boy
greeted his father as he returned from work. Greatly surprised, but giving his
boy a glaring look, the father said: "Look, sonny, not even your mother
knows that. Don't bother me now, I'm tired."
"But, Daddy, just tell me
please! How much do you make an hour?" the boy insisted. The father,
finally giving up, replied: "Twenty dollars per hour."
"Okay, Daddy. Could you
loan me ten dollars?" the boy asked. Showing his restlessness and
positively disturbed, the father yelled: "So that was the reason you asked
how much I earn, right? Go to sleep and don't bother me anymore!"
It was already dark and the
father was meditating on what he said and was feeling guilty. Maybe, he
thought, his son wanted to buy something. Finally, trying to ease his mind, the
father went to his son's room. "Are you asleep, son?" asked the
father.
"No, Daddy. Why?"
replied the boy, partially asleep. "Here's the money asked for
earlier," the father said.
"Thanks, Daddy!"
rejoiced the son, while putting his hand under his pillow and removing some
money. "Now I have enough! Now I have twenty dollars!" the boy said
to his father, who was gazing at his son, confused at what his son had just
said. "Daddy, could you sell me one hour of your time?"
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