One sunny Sunday afternoon, while a man polished his new car, his 4-year-old son picked up a stone and scribbled on the car door on the driver's side. In anger, the man immediately took the child's hand and unthinkingly hit it many times only to later find out that in his anger, he had used a nearby wrench.
The child was rushed to the Emergency Room of the local hospital, where it was found after examination that all of the little boy's fingers had been so badly smashed and fragmented into multiple fractures that there was no recourse but to amputate every finger.
The day after the surgery, the father went to visit the little boy in the hospital. In total innocence, the child looked at his father and asked, "Dad when will my fingers grow back?"
The man was speechless! The child's question hurt so much that the father left the room without answering. He went back to his car and in a mixture of guilt and remorse, he kicked the car tires several times and as tears flowed. After recovering from his emotional outburst, while standing by his car and devastated by his impulsiveness, he found himself staring at what his son had scribbled on the door of his brand new car. In a typical preschooler's handwriting were the words: "I love you, Dad!"
The following morning, the man was found at home inside the garage---dead. He had committed suicide.
Things are to be used while people are to be loved. Unfortunately, in many instances … people are used while things are loved.
Author Unknown
The child was rushed to the Emergency Room of the local hospital, where it was found after examination that all of the little boy's fingers had been so badly smashed and fragmented into multiple fractures that there was no recourse but to amputate every finger.
The day after the surgery, the father went to visit the little boy in the hospital. In total innocence, the child looked at his father and asked, "Dad when will my fingers grow back?"
The man was speechless! The child's question hurt so much that the father left the room without answering. He went back to his car and in a mixture of guilt and remorse, he kicked the car tires several times and as tears flowed. After recovering from his emotional outburst, while standing by his car and devastated by his impulsiveness, he found himself staring at what his son had scribbled on the door of his brand new car. In a typical preschooler's handwriting were the words: "I love you, Dad!"
The following morning, the man was found at home inside the garage---dead. He had committed suicide.
Things are to be used while people are to be loved. Unfortunately, in many instances … people are used while things are loved.
Author Unknown
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