STRANGER !!!!! READ TILL THE END !!!! (A MUST READ )

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STRANGER !!!!! READ TILL THE END !!!! (A MUST READ )

 

Good one!!!!

 

A while ago, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the

beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him

to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from

then on.

 

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he

had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me

good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our

storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures,

mysteries and comedies.

 

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew

the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to

predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He

made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad

didn't seem to mind.

 

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each

other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace

and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

 

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never

felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our

home... Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however,

got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and

my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the

stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look

cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.

 

He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes

blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

 

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly

by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he

was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

 

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family.

He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first.

Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him

sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch

him draw his pictures.

 

His name?...

 

1. We just call him 'TV.'

2. He has a wife now....We call her 'Computer.'

3. Their first child is " Cell Phone " .

4. Second child " I Pod " .