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SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"

DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"

SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"

SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD: "If you must know, I make $100 an hour."

SON: "Oh! (With his head down).

SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow $50?"

The father was furious.

DAD: "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 work hard every day for such this childish behavior."

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 $ 50 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.

DAD: "Are you asleep, son?"

SON: "No daddy, I'm awake".

DAD: "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $50 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON: "Oh, thank you daddy!"

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.

DAD: "Why do you want more money if you already have some?"

SON: "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do. Daddy, I have $100 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 $100 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 days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.

Some things are more important.

Wat ‘n wonderlike geleentheid was dit nie. Almal was uitgenooi, van ons Burgemeester tot donateurs, volunteers en sommer net al ons vriende van die skool. Hierdie was ‘n groot geleentheid vir Pikkewyntjiies Kleuterskool. Lank is daar gespaar vir geld wat Gloria en Peter Langer uiteindelik in die hande gekry het van hul oorseese gaste. Hierdie borge het spesifiek gevra dat die geld wat hul borg gebruik sal word vir ons speelarea en groentetuin. A very big thank you to Gloria and Peter and our sponsors.

Dae lank is daar gebak en gebrou en natuurlik was daar nog ‘n goedhartige mens van Pringlebaai wat aangebied het om al ons sout-eetgoedjies te maak en dit alles uit haar eie sak. Baie dankie Serene, ons waardeer dit baie. Ons gaste het gesmul aan al die lekker vingerhappies en daarna het ons Burgemeester die lint geknip na ons speelarea en groentetuin. Die kinders het vir die gaste gesing en almal was in vervoering.

‘n Baie spesiale dank aan ons Burgemeester wat altyd tyd inruim om ons verrigtinge by te woon. Dit word opreg waardeer! U is al deel van ons skool en kindertjies en het al baie diep in ons gemeenskap se harte gekruip.

I have just counted, and discovered that Christmas day is but 37 days away... 5 weeks and two days... the latter sounds further away and more manageable. How come the year between successive Christmases seems shorter and passes faster as one gets older?

My mind turns back to those years when we were raising our sons, and often can’t believe how we managed to attend, and sometimes help organise the year-end functions, school concerts, church and Sunday school activities, and also crafted those handmade gifts and decorations? We then owned a beautiful German Shepherd named Pontius, whose life revolved around jogging with the family and tennis balls to chase and catch, and every year a brand new ball was faithfully wrapped, tied with ribbon, and placed under the Christmas tree with the rest of the family gifts. He knew the ritual, and on cue would approach the tree, sniff out his gift and in a dignified manner proceed to unwrap it; somehow the Christmas day ball throwing was enjoyed the most.