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From: Ronni560 <Ronni560@aol.com>
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Subject: 5 more minutes
Date: Sat, 28 Feb 1998 11:33:38 EST
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All the Time in the World
 
 While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a
playground.  "That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in
a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.  
 "He's a fine looking boy," the man said.  "That's my son on the swing in the
blue sweater." Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son.  "What do you
say we go, Todd?"
 Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad.  Please?  
 Just five more minutes."  The man nodded and Todd continued to swing to his
heart's content.
 Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his son.  "Time to go
now?"  Again Todd pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad.  Just five more minutes."
The man smiled and said, "O.K."
 
 "My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.
 The man smiled and then said, "My older son Tommy was killed by a drunk
driver last year while he was riding  his bike near here. I never spent much
time with Tommy and now I 'd give anything for just five more minutes with
him.   I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Todd.  He thinks he has
five more minutes to swing.
 The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch him play."
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