Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Alone (Poem)

I saw this poem a while back and would like to share it.


Alone, never quite alone,
I face an empty chair.
And sometimes in silence,
I imagine you are there.
The good companion of the
past no longer here with me.
And yet in some mysterious
way you keep me company.
Thought or spirit?
Does it matter?
Words are meaningless.
I only know that in this
moment of greatest loneliness
I feel that you are somewhere near,
though nothing seen or said.
The bitter moment passes, and
my heart is comforted.
Though my loss is grevious
and the future is unknown
I face the years that lie ahead,
alone yet not alone.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Dad, Can I Borrow $25 ?

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 it is?' 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 $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'

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 frivolities.'

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 $25.00 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 $25 you asked for.'

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' h e 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 $50 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 $50 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.

Italian Shows in Toronto

Toronto is a multicultural city and there are many multicultural TV shows where they talk in their own language. Nothing wrong with that. But, take a look at the "Italian" shows and you will notice that for the most part they talk in English! This is not a multicultural show anymore. What's worse is that one person talks in Italian and another answers in English. What would Johhny Lombardi say to that if he was still alive? And that's his show too!

My mother, who doesn't know one word of English, still watches it but has no clue what they are saying. Shame on these people, you've let the Italians down in Toronto. Go back to your roots and show a TV program in 100% Italian.