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A GOLD MEDAL FOR MY FATHER
the Olympics, heroes are born. When I think of the track and field event in the
Olympics, I cannot help but think of a great athlete named Carl Lewis from
will not talk about his feats in the tracks; we’ll talk about something that
happened in his life that is many times more important. This is his story.
“My father had given me so much, in so many ways,
and now I wanted to give something to him. How about the 100- meter
gold medal from 1984? It is the one thing I could give him to represent
all the good things we did together, all the positive things that had
happened to me because of him. I had never before taken any of my medals
out of the bank vault where I kept them. But that day, on the way
to the airport, I stopped at the bank to get the medal, and I put
it in the pocket of my suit jacket. I would take it to New Jersey -
The day of the funeral, when our family was viewing
the body, I pulled out the medal to place in my father's hand. My
mother asked me if I was sure I wanted to bury the medal, and I
was. It would be my father's forever. "But I'm going to get
another one," I told my mother. Turning to my father, I said,
"Don't worry. I'm going to get another one." That was a
promise - to myself and to Dad. He was lying there so peacefully,
his hands resting on his chest. When I placed the medal in his
hand, it fit perfectly. And win some more medals he did.
What a touching story. I guess the only thing
that bothered me here is why give a medal only when the person is already
gone? But you know what? Business people like me, bothered with the
non-stop non-ending task of improving the bottom line, establishing and meeting
sales targets, researching on new designs never has enough time to call up my dad
and tell him how thankful I am for having him as my father.
I can still remember the days when he would hold my
hand and bring me to the movies. He got me on a horse (more a pony I
guess) when we were in Baguio and he was the one who would taught me how to
“Work hard. Be good. Take care of your
studies.” Dad would always remind me. We were poor and I could see
how hard he struggled in providing for the family. When I graduated from
high school I wanted to work and help him but he would not approve. He
said that as long as he’s strong enough he would buy me education because
that’s the only thing he could leave me with. And he’s right.
People say I have accomplished much today. I
guess in a way, you could say that these are all my medals. But I guess I
need to remind myself that the best time to express my gratitude is now.
Not to wait for the day when he could no longer hear nor see because all show
of piety would have been useless then.
I love my dad. But I just have to get myself to say
it. Strange isn’t it? Why is it that it is so hard to say “I love you” to
the people who matter to us the most? Is it pride? Maybe. Is it
stubbornness? Perhaps. Is it unforgiveness, most probably.
But don’t wait to put your medals on your dad’s hand only when they are resting
on his chest. Call your dad now and tell him how much you appreciate him
and then say it. Really say it. Tell your dad the most important words he
would like to hear, “I love you.” And when you do, you’ve done your duty
and have shown your love.
By: D. Delay Our family enjoys the fun andrefreshment of water slides and lazy rivers during hot summer vacations. At
most water parks, there are also one or two spots where large buckets hang overhead
filling little by little with water. The closer the bucket gets to being full,
the larger the crowd grows beneath in anticipation—children and adults alike
wait for the outpouring. Then SUDDENLY the bucket tips and a great flood of
refreshment crashes down on all below! In the Book of Revelation, the Bible
describes golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints
(Revelation 5:8). In other words, the prayers of God's people collectively fill
heavenly bowls with sweet aroma, much like the burnt offerings did in days of
old. In Revelation 8,
we discover what these bowls are used for: "Then another angel, having a
golden censer, came and stood at the altar. He was given much incense, that he
should offer it with the prayers of all the saints upon the golden alter w…