Relaxing (finally) this weekend and reading my facebook feed, seeing Maritess’s share, I saw this great poem passed around in the Filipino “circle of friends”, and while it is talking in Peso currency, that really isn’t the point. Its an AWESOME poem you have to read, and great for a Sunday afternoon inspiration.
Daddy, Can I Borrow 75 Pesos?
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: ‘Daddy, may I ask you a question?’
DAD: ‘Yeah sure, what is it?’ replied the man.
SON: ‘Daddy, how much do you make an hour?’
DAD: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’ the man said angrily.
SON: ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?’
DAD: ‘If you must know, I make 150 pesos an hour.’
SON: ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: ‘Daddy, may I please borrow 75 pesos?’
The father was furious, ‘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 why you are being so selfish. I don’t work hard everyday for such childish frivolity’s.’
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 had calmed down , and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that 75 pesos and he really didn’t ask for money very often.
The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. ‘Are you asleep, son?’ He asked. ‘No daddy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy. ‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier’ said the man. ‘It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the 75 pesos you asked for.’ The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you daddy!’ he yelled.
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. ‘Why do you want more money if you already have some?’ the father grumbled. ‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied.
‘Daddy, I have 150 pesos 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 he begged for his forgiveness.
It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so 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.
Do remember to share that 150 pesos worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours… But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
It is funny, because I am running around like a madman these days, more then ever. Am I a hypocrite? I have been so stressed….yet I blog these things. Well I do it to remind myself, not just you reading it, but MYSELF. This is my journal, and my reminder that when I type it out, I remind myself how I have to think. And its a long process, lifelong, to really PRIORITIZE life but then again, we all say “money isn’t everything” but at the same time we need it to live right? And I don’t want a life working 9-5, dependent on others. I am fighting so hard, hustling so hard, to be independent.
So then I / we say, I’ll work hard now, so I can enjoy life later. Is that right too? Then our children will not have to work, because I / we have worked so hard to build a business, but then the child doesn’t appreciate / realize / experience hard work and is lazy.
Is there a right answer. Anyway, food for thought, and this poem is awesome!