The Young Job Applicant

A young man went to seek an important position at a large printing company. He passed the initial interview and was going to meet the director for the final interview. The director saw his resume, it was excellent. And asked,’

“Have you received a scholarship for school?” The boy replied, “No”.
‘It was your father who paid for your studies? ” Yes.’ He replied.
‘Where does your father work? ‘ ‘My father is a Blacksmith’

The Director asked the young man to show him his hands.
The young man showed a pair of hands soft and perfect.
‘Have you ever helped your parents at their job? ‘
‘Never, my parents always wanted me to study and read more books. Besides, he can do the job better than me.

The director said: ‘I have got a request: When you go home today, go and wash the hands of your father and then come see me tomorrow morning.’

The young man felt his chance to get the job was high.

When he returned to his house he asked his father if he would allow him to wash his hands.

His father felt strange, happy, but with mixed feelings and showed his hands to his son. The young man washed his hands, little by little. It was the first time that he noticed his father’s hands were wrinkled and they had so many scars. Some bruises were so painful that his skin shuddered when he touched them.

This was the first time that the young man recognized what it meant for this pair of hands to work every day to be able to pay for his studies. The bruises on the hands were the price that his father payed for his education, his school activities and his future.

After cleaning his father’s hands the young man stood in silence and began to tidy and clean up the workshop. That night, father and son talked for a long time.

The next morning, the young man went to the office of the director.
The Director noticed the tears in the eyes of the young man when He asked him,

‘Can you tell me what you did and what you learned yesterday at your house?’
The boy replied: ‘I washed my father’s hands and when I finished I stayed and cleaned his workshop.’

‘Now I know what it is to appreciate and recognize that without my parents, I would not be who I am today. By helping my father I now realize how difficult and hard it is to do something on my own. I have come to appreciate the importance and the value in helping my family.

The director said, “This is what I look for in my people. I want to hire someone who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the hardship others go through to accomplish things, and a person who realizes that money is not his only goal in life”.

‘You are hired’.

A child that has been coddled, protected and given everything he or she wants, develops a mentality of “I have the right” and will always put himself or herself first, ignoring the efforts of parents, family and friends. If we are this type of protective parent are we really showing love or are we helping to destroy our children?

You can give your child their own room in a big house, good food, a computer, tablet, cell phone, and a big screen TV, but when you’re washing the floor or painting a wall, children need to experience that too.

After eating, have them wash the dishes with their brothers and sisters, let them fold laundry or cook with you, pull weeds or mow the lawn. You are not doing this because you are poor and can’t afford help. You are doing this because you love them and want them to understand certain things about life.

Children need to learn to appreciate the amount of effort it takes to do a job right. They need to experience the difficulties in life that people must overcome to be successful and they must learn about failure to be able to succeed.

Children must also learn how to work and play with others and that they will not always win, but they can always work harder to reach their goals. If they’ve done their best, then they can take pride in all the effort they put forth.

Life is about giving and serving and these qualities are taught in our homes.

Lost In The Fifties

A few days ago somebody sent me a great video about life in the fifties, when I was a kid. I really loved it, but a bunch of stuff was missing, so here is my version. If you want some music to play in the background, click on this video. If not, just read the text below it.

Close your eyes .… And go back…..
Way back….
Before the Internet or PCs or the MAC.
Before semi-automatics and crack.…
Before Playstation, SEGA, Super Nintendo, even before Atari.…
Before cell phones, CDs, DVDs, answering machines, voicemail and e-mail…
Go way back….way….way….way back…
I’m talking about playing hide and seek at dusk.
Red Light, Green Light
Red Rover….Red Rover.
Playing hide and seek or kickball until the first…no..second…no….third street light came on.
Ring around the Rosie.
London Bridge.
Hot Potato.
Hop Scotch.
Dodge Ball.
YOU’RE IT!!
Parents stood on the front porch and yelled (or whistled) for you to come home, and you did, immediately – no pagers or cell phones.
Take One Giant Step.
May I?
Looking for shapes in the clouds.
Endless summer days and hot summer nights (No Air Conditioning) with the windows open.
Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer On The Wall.
Berma Shave signs.
Ipana tooth past and Buckie Beaver.
Catching tadpoles.
The sound of crickets.
Running through the sprinkler.
Cereal boxes with that GREAT prize in the bottom.
Cracker Jacks with the same thing.
Ice Pops with 2 sticks that you could break and share with a friend, or not.
But wait……..there’s more.
Watching Saturday morning cartoons, Tom and Jerry, serial adventures, Captain Midnight, Flash Gordon, Space Patrol, The Cisco Kid, The Lone Ranger, Boston Blackie, Howdy Dooty.
Having the Sunday Comics read on the radio, while you followed along.
Black and White TVs, with little screens and rabbit ears on the top. If you could afford it, an antennae on the roof for better reception.
Catching lightning bugs in a jar.
Christmas morning.
Your first day of school.
Bedtime Prayers and Goodnight Kisses.
Climbing trees.
Swinging as high as you could in those long swings to try and reach the sky.
A million mosquito bites.
Sticky fingers.
Burning trash in the back yard incinerator.
Jumping down the steps.
Metal skates that you strapped to your shoes and adjusted with skate keys.
Jumping on the bed.
Pillow fights.
Running home from the western movie you just saw ‘til you were out of breath.
Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt.
Being tired from PLAYING.
WORK: meant taking out the garbage, cutting the grass, washing the car, or doing the dishes.
Your first crush. It hurt and felt good at the same time.
Your first kiss. (I mean the one that you kept your mouth CLOSED and your eyes OPEN.)
Rainy days at school and the smell of damp concrete and chalk erasers.
The wonderful smell of mimeograph papers.
But, I’m not finished yet.
Kool-Aid was the drink of the summer.
So was a swig from the hose. (Remember the taste?)
Giving your friends a ride on the handlebars of your bike.
Making tunnels in the tall grass or building a fort out of cardboard boxes.
If you were real lucky, you had a tree house, or your best friend did.
Attaching playing cards to your bike frame to rub against your spokes.
Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school.
Class Field Trips with soggy sandwiches.
When nearly everyone’s mom was at home when kids got home from school.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cops and Robbers.
When a quarter seemed like a fair allowance, and another quarter a MIRACLE.
When ANY parent could discipline ANY kid, or feed them or use them to carry groceries…… And nobody, not event the kid, thought a thing of it.
Teachers could spank you if you were bad in class. The could even use a paddle if you were really bad and your parents didn’t complain to the principal.
When your parents took you to the cafeteria and it was a real treat.
When being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited you at home.
Basically, we were in fear of our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. We simply did not want our parents to get mad at us when we screwed up.
Didn’t that feel good?
Just to go back and say, “Yeah, I remember that!”
Well, let’s keep going then!!
Let’s go back to the time when….
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, “Do Over!”
“Race Issues” meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
Catching fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.
It wasn’t odd to have two or three “best” friends.
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties.
Nobody was prettier than Mom.
Scrapes and bruises were kissed by Mom and made better.
Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.
Abilities were discovered because of a “Double-Dog-Dare.”
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
Water balloons were the ultimate, ultimate weapons.
If you can remember most or all of these, then you have lived during a more pleasant, simpler time! I wonder how many of you that read this remember all of these things.
Those of you who remember lived in an era that no one else will ever experience. The era has passed and slowly those of us who lived it are passing also.
If you don’t remember, then ask your parents, grand parents or great grand parents.
We went from AM radio to the stars. Your era is here, be part of it. Make it worthwhile for future generations to build on.