Advice to a Son

24/09/2012

At the age of four my drunk of a Mother told me to always wash my hands before dinner, lunch, breakfast, and whenever I go out. So I do. Upon making it to the age of seven my mechanic of a Father told me to always fight for what is right, and never back down from giving a righteous blow. I do this as well.At the age of eleven while attending my cousin’s wedding my priest of an Uncle told me that I should pray to God, and ask for what is in my heart. I pray for blood.When I turned sixteen, my used-car salesman of a grandfather gave me the keys to a new-used car, and told me to always love the moment I was in, and never forget the moments I passed.  I will never forget how he committed suicide the next day.At the age of seventeen my tramp of a girlfriend told me never to cheat on her. I am still loyal. At twenty two after graduating college with honors, my devil of a father-in-law offered me a job, as general manager, in his textile factory, saying to always listen when opportunity knocks. I knocked him out at the Christmas party. At the age of twenty-four my wife gave birth to a son, the fool of a doctor told me I was the father. I became a father. At the age of twenty seven while driving to day care to pick up my son I received a ticket, the warthog of a police officer told me never to rush. I now make it an effort to always be late. Yesterday, at the age of forty, my son asked me what happiness is. So I put it together for him, “Washing your hands of fighting, but never backing down from God. Always praying in the moment, never cheating opportunity, but never rushing to father it.”  I think he wanted something more. I am not brilliant. I have led my life listening to the advice of others. What possible insight into life have I ascertained?