Invest in your children..!
Ihimself T was a case of suicide! The man in his late thirties had thrown
down from his building. I read the news item and read the different reactions from friends and family. “Why did he do it?” asked his grief stricken father, and as I looked at his photograph in the tabloids, I found I knew the man.
It was twenty five years ago, I was just out of my teens and worked for my father, an interior designer. We were doing a flat on the ground floor of a building and the owner a huge giant of a man seemed pleased with our work. My father had told me he was a smuggler and ran a flourishing smuggling business along the coast. “I want you to do my other flat,” he told me, “come up and let me show you” I went up with him to the sixth floor and door was opened by a lovely lady with beautiful gray eyes. They hugged each other in front of me. I knew it was his mistress.
My dad and I started working on the flat, but what I remembered so well, was his wife downstairs who with tears in her eyes would ask me questions about the pretty lady upstairs. What I also remembered so vividly were her three little children who huddled in a corner listened to their mother as she wept over her husband’s kept woman. He was a smuggler. He had to show the world he could get away with anything. At least that’s what he thought. Today as I looked at the photo of the father in the newspaper, the father who had lost his son, I realised it was the same smuggler: An old man now, who asked the world, “Why?” Why did my son do it?” I don’t know what the immediate cause for the suicide was, but I can imagine the boy spent an unstable childhood knowing his father was not as good a man as father were supposed to be. And father cried, “Why? Why did he do it?”
Once a little boy of five was left along with his dad at bedtime. It had never happened before. After an evening of fun and games, the father finally got the little fellow into his nightclothes and was about to lift him into bed with the child said, “Daddy I have to say my prayers.” He knelt down beside his bed, joined his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed: “Now as I lie down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.” That was his usual prayer, but tonight he opened his yes, looked up at his dad and added, “Dear God make me a great, big good man like my daddy..!”
In a moment he was in bed and five minutes later fast asleep. The father had tears in his eyes and knelt down by the same bed and prayed, “Dear Lord, make me a great, big man, like my boy things I am..!” God gives us children for a time, To train them in His way, But they will never learn a thing, If we dad’s don’t show the way..!” —Email: firstname.lastname@example.org