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Reading Activity XXIII

INSPIRING STORIES OF FAMILIES

What does it mean to put others’ first before ourselves?

A doctor entered the hospital in a hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call ASAP,
changed his clothes & went directly to the surgery block. He found the boy’s father pacing in the hall waiting for
the doctor. On seeing him, the dad yelled: “Why did you take all this time to come? Don’t you know that my son’s
life is in danger? Don’t you have any sense of responsibility?” The doctor smiled and said: “I am sorry, I wasn’t in
the hospital and I came as fast as I could after receiving the call… And now, I wish you’d calm down so that I can do
my work.” “Calm down? What if your son was in this room right now, would you calm down? If your own son dies
now what will you do?” said the father angrily. The doctor smiled again and replied: “… Doctors cannot prolong
lives. Go and intercede for your son, we will do our best by God’s grace” “Giving advises when we’re not
concerned is so easy,” murmured the father. The surgery took some hours after which the doctor went out happy,
“Your son is saved!”. And without waiting for the father’s reply, he carried on his way running. “If you have any
questions, ask the nurse!!” “Why is he so arrogant? He couldn’t wait some minutes so that I can ask about my
son’s state,” commented the father when seeing the nurse minutes after the doctor left. The nurse answered,
tears coming down her face: “His son died yesterday in a road accident, he was at the burial when we called him
for your son’s surgery. And now that he saved your son’s life, he left running to finish his son’s burial.”

The Wooden Bowl

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands
trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly
grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he
grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We
must do something about father,” said the son. “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the
floor.” So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the
family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl! When
the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only
words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old
watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the
floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a
little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.
Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand
and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And
for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or
the tablecloth soiled.

Give time to our family

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love
you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.” The other woman that
my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work
and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out
for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects
that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend
some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would
like that very much.” That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at
her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on.
She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son,
and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.” We went
to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First
Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the
entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who
used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the
favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but catching up
on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house
later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed. “How was your dinner date?”
asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered. A few days
later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything
for her. Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother
and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but
nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night
meant for me. I love you, son.” At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and
to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them
the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”

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Jill M. Sacopon
CIS Senior High School

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