Dear Dad

There is the story of the father who came home from work one day to a real surprise. Normally the music would be blaring from the son’s bedroom window, he would have to go in and ask him to turn down the volume. Today there was silence. He entered the house and climbed the staircase, opened the door to his sons room. It was spotless, everything in its proper place. There on the bedside cabinet lay a note, addressed to him. He sat on the bed and began to read.






Dear Dad,

This is a letter to explain my absence. I have met an older woman and we have fallen in love. Recently she told me she was pregnant and the pending child was mine. I know you would not approve of this relationship so we have decided that for all concerned it would be best if we left. She has a small place in the woods where we will not be disturbed. She has assured me, that marijuana is not at all harmful, and that we will be able to make enough money to live on if we grow our own crop. She is even sure that we will be able to sell enough to be able to purchase our preferred option of cocaine.

Once we are settled, and the child is born, it is out hope to have two; we will contact you and arrange for you to meet your grandchildren.

Your loving son

James.

PS all of the above is not true, but I hope you will see that things could be a lot worse than the report card you will find in the top drawer. Once you have read it and calmed down call my cell phone and I will come home.

How often, without any help from others we mange to make things into much greater problems than they really are. We fret and concern ourselves and in the end the solution comes without us even having to think about it.

I hope you all have a carefree and creative day.



This blog is linked to my other where I tell the tale of the artwork:-  Hi Daddy

The Princess and Her Tail

There is a story about a princess who had a small eye problem. She felt that this small eye problem was really bad. She was rather spoiled and kept crying all the time, constantly going on about the small problem with her eye. When the doctors wanted to apply medicine, she would invariably refuse any medical treatment and kept touching the sore spot on her eye. In this way it became worse and worse. Finally one day the king proclaimed a large reward for whoever could cure his daughter. After some time, a man arrived who claimed to be a famous physician. The truth was he was actually was not even a doctor but so desperate was the King that he did not take time to check.


He declared that he could definitely cure the princess and was admitted to her chamber. After he had examined her, he exclaimed, "Oh, I'm so sorry!" "What is it?" the princess inquired. The man said, "There is nothing much wrong with your eye, but there is something else that is really serious." The princess was alarmed and asked, "What on earth is so serious?" He hesitated and said, "It is really bad. I shouldn't tell you about it." No matter how much she insisted, he refused to tell her, saying that he could not speak without the king's permission.

When the king arrived, the “doctor” was still reluctant to reveal his findings. Finally the king commanded, "Tell us what is wrong. Whatever it is, you have to tell us!" At last he said, "Well, the eye will get better within a few days - that is no problem. The big problem is that the princess will grow a tail, which will become at least nine feet long. It may start growing very soon. If she can detect the first moment it appears, I might be able to prevent it from growing." At this news everyone was deeply concerned. And the princess, what did she do? She stayed in bed, day and night, directing all her attention to detecting when the tail might appear. Thus, after a few days, her eye got well. Then the man declared that he was pleased to say that the princess was now cured of all her ills and complaints.

How often focus on our little problems and they become the most important thing around which everything else revolves. Yet so often when we stop fretting the problem disappears. I remember my first ever Christmas as a minister. After the midnight service a young man came to speak to me he and his wife wanted a family so badly. They had tried and tried with no success. I advised him to start considering adoption and pointed him in the direction of where he would be given advice. He did just that, beginning the long process. Six months later he came to speak to me beaming all over with joy. His wife was pregnant.



This blog is linked to my other blog where I discuss the use of the artwork:-The Gift