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What does “happiness” look like to you?
There are immeasurable facets in life that instigate happiness. Whether it be seclusion on a deserted island, a mere moment on the patio during the sunset, or even achieving a personal goal. That’s happiness!
My kids are my life. As a parent, we harbor every step they take, every move they make, but when they dodge the obstacles with your guidance, there isn’t an instance I wouldn’t be happy.
The other week, my son and I consumed some time cogitating in concert for his math test. Learning to familiarize himself to new aspects of math were vital, then I amused him with some shortcuts that, “ooo-ahhed” him into conceiving that it wasn’t too bad. A slightly oppressive experience, but then again, their kids, and if we don’t hold their hands along the way then how will they bloom into successful beings. Fast forward to “test day” and I found out that my son earned a bountiful “B+” that ultimately tickled my ribs with happiness.
How do you derive happiness?
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Have you ever truly felt déjà vu, the sensation that you’ve already had the experience you’re currently having?
Life is full of eccentric experiences but it seems that finding money and I have an exclusive liaison. Nah, I’m not talking about the usual $5-$10 flapping down a murky sidewalk. I’m talking about triple digits and more, the big bucks!
Why am I the chosen one? I query myself, or maybe god is challenging my goodness, my intentions, how good of a human am I? You know what I mean!
When I was a younger lad, my father and I had discovered someone’s hard earned money, cashed out and satiated in an envelope while leaving our building’s garage level. I recall how vividly that white envelope stood out like a sore thumb that evening, as I whisked away and snatched the prize. My father’s shadow immediately eclipsed me, gazing down with his hand firmly out and demanding the find. “We’re not going keep it?”, I muttered in disappointment. “No, it someone’s hard earned money, so we have to return it,” necessitated the boss. The total was $375 and we finally trailed down the original owner via posting a flyer in the building elevators. Luckily the originator’s surname was inscribed, leading my father to furnish his own interrogation since there were multiple amounts of people with that last name. He ultimately prospered and was offered half the amount from the owner but my dad refused. It was an important lesson as I tucked away the experience within my memory bank.
Fast forward 30 years.
Married and a father of two children now, my son and I were returning to our car from grocery shopping on a very gloomy Saturday. I quickly discharged the goodies in my car and unlocked the door for my 6 year old son (at the time). I started to buckle myself but observed that his door was still open as curiosity led him under someone’s parked car. I got out and ran around to investigate and discovered a thick white envelope was in his tenure coupled with a unique “finders keepers, losers weepers” smirk. The flashbacks started revisiting me as déjà vu settled in. I knew how to handle this. We gathered ourselves in my car and were ready for that father-son moment. I obviously knew what was inside as the envelope’s transparency was nothing short of eye candy. I let the kid have some fun, “go ahead and open it,” I said while smirking. His little hands quivered with happiness as I was stunned at the amount of bills that were inside. “Can we keep it?”, he questioned. “No, it someone else’s money, it doesn’t belong to us so we have to return it,” I clarified to him. After tallying up the discovered $1200, I properly seated my son in his carseat and patrolled the immediate perimeter. This was an easy one as the owner’s name was clearly displayed on the transaction slip and it was the only parked car in our vicinity. The bonus was that here license plate was here surname! “That was a piece of cake,” I mumbled to myself and savoured a very special déjà vu.
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Story From: “Intelligent Redneck, on Facebook”
Son: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
Dad: “Yeah sure, what is it?”
Son: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”
Dad: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?”
Son: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”
Dad: “If you must know, I make a $100 an hour?”
Son: Oh! (With his head down).
Son: “Daddy, may I please borrow $50?”. The father was furious.
Dad: “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about it, why are you being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behaviour.”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man calmed down and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $50 and he really didn’t ask for money often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.
Dad: “Are you asleep, son?”
Son: “No daddy, I’m awake.”
Dad: “I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation on you. Here’s the $50 you asked for.” The little boy sat straight up smiling.
Son: “Oh, thank you daddy!”
Then reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money and started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
Dad: “Why do you want more money if you already have some?”
Son: “Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.”
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and begged for his forgiveness. It’s just a short reminder to all of you working hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
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