Five More Minutes:
A woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground at West Coast park one fine Sunday Morning.
"That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red
T-shirt who was gliding down the slide.
"He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the blue T-shirt." Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son.
"What do you say we go, Jack?" Jack pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please?" "Just five more minutes."
The man nodded and Jack 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 Jack pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes."
The man smiled and said, "O.K."
"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.
The man smiled and then said, "My older son John was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with John and now I'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Jack.
He thinks he has five more minutes to swing.
The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch him play."
*Life is not a race. Life is all about making priorities.*
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