Five More Minutes {Insp}

"Five More Minutes"*

*At the park recently, near the playground, a woman
sat down next to a man on a bench. "That's my son
over there," she nervously commented, pointing to
a little boy in a red sweater gliding down the slide,
thinking that would explain her presence on the bench.

"He's a fine looking boy," the man said. "That's my
son on the swing in the blue sweater." Then,
looking at his watch, he called to his son. "What
do you say we go?"

The boy pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad.
Please? Just five more minutes." The man nodded
and the boy continued to swing to his heart's content.

Some minutes passed and the father stood and
called again to his son. "Time to go now?" Again
the boy pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just
a few more minutes."

The man smiled and then said, "O.K."

"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman remarked.

The man smiled again and then said, "My older
son was killed by a drunk driver last year while
he was riding his bike quite near here. I never
spent much time with him and now I'd give
anything for just five more minutes with him.

I've vowed not to make the same mistake with his brother.
He thinks he has five more minutes to swing.
The real truth is, I get five more minutes to watch him play."
Received on Sun Sep 14 01:15:42 2008