When I was about eight or nine, my mom burnt some toast. One night that stood out in my mind is when she had made dinner for us after a very long and rough day at work, She placed a plate of jam and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. Not slightly burnt but completely blackened toast.
I was just waiting to see if anyone noticed the burnt toast and would say anything. But Dad just ate his toast and asked me if I did my homework and how my day was. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologizing to dad for burning the toast.
And I’ll never forget what he said: “Sweetie, I love burned toast.”
Later that night, I went to tell my dad good night and ask him if he really liked his toast burned. He put his arm on my shoulder and said,
“Your momma put in a very long day at work today and she was very tired. And besides, A burnt toast never hurts anyone but you know what does? Harsh words!”
Then he continued to say, “You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like every other human. What I’ve learned over the years, is that learning to accept each others faults and choosing to celebrate each others differences, is one of the most important keys for creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don’t.”
Enjoy Life Now
Beautiful Susan! Thanks for sharing. I was just headed off to sleep and this was a nice final thought. Have a good night!
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I can relate to that with my past so seamlessly with my present that I was nearly forced to wipe a tear from my eye. But I allowed it to fall instead. That’s America. And by the way let’s return to sound money and maybe more of us will learn to appreciate burnt toast rather than complaining that we can’t afford coffee on our paltry food stamp allocation. Robbing your neighbor impoverishes the whole neighborhood. Currently, the state is the robber and the globe is it’s neighborhood. I’m not suggesting that the rug be pulled from under those who have become dependent on the earned wealth of others to feed themselves but yanking it from under failed corporations, corrupt politicians, crony corporations, imperial militaries, corrupt courts and insolvent banks would be a good start. They’d bitch if we let them eat cake.Thanks for the article.
if only i would of learned this early in life , better late then never
Now if the jelly had mold in it, that would have been the real test !
Great story,
Thanks!
“Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don’t.”
And hang the bastards with a hemp rope that try to take away your rights and liberty!
That’s a nice reminder, GrinNBarret
I think a lot of people are angry about 90% of the time these days, and it’s important that they have a minute to remember the maintenance work that needs to be done on their human relationships.
That kind of mature respect is indicative of the great culture we once had. I read this morning that Oqueenie thinks it’s time that we get over our religious beliefs. I guess the new america under this heathen should fly the gay flag
over the rainbow house of the commie queen…What happened to tolerance
Ogaygoy?
Thank you, GrinNBarrett. 🙂