Behind My Daddy's Love
Date: Aug 28th, 2006 10:58:15 am - Subscribe
Mood: childish
Behind My Daddy’s Love
As it happens to almost all young teenager guys out there, right after my seventeenth birthday, I tried to borrow my Dad’s car for a late night drive with my friends, hoping to get into the hang of things with peers of my generation. My Dad asked me if I already got my driver’s license and I said YES, though I only have a student driver’s permit. It was a lie that most teenagers like me say, and there’s not much sense about saying only the truth and being a good son. The point was, that I get to borrow the car and drive it on for the night.
Well, like all youngster drivers in their first time of driving, I stepped on the gas and my friend and I went swoosh through the avenue. On an intersection there was a yellow blinking light and though I knew I had to slow down I did not, but accelerated more. Too late, I saw this truck coming from my left. I thought I could get through it but it hit the rear wheel and the car went spinning round and round, hit two elderly women and crashed into a store window display.
The sheriff was a bit quicker to arrive than what I expected and with his classic brim hat and sunglasses, chewing his cigar, he very well made a good reproach on me. I had to make a phone call, and there was no one to call for help but my Dad. With fear and tension on my voice, I explained everything, even admitting the lie. Most Dads would give you a worse reprimand at that point, but my Dad did not. He knew exactly that I am already in deep trouble and that I already learned my lesson. So he told me to wait for him.
He got to the spot hitchhiking all the way, for the car I borrowed was the only car we had. I could not forget just how wonderful he settled the situation. To the storeowner, he said he was a contractor and he promised that the store will be in better shape than it was before. To the two elderly ladies, he gave his credit card, asked them if they can get to a hospital and told them that he will pay all expenses for their medical concern. The hardest part could be the sheriff, but my Dad did a very unforgettable speech that smoothed everything. "Well, Sheriff," he said, "Do you have a son? Cause if you do, you might very well understand how I feel. My son here is going to college. He is going to finish his studies and get a good career and be successful. This matter here could ruin all of that. I wouldn’t want that to happen. Could you help me with this matter then?" The sheriff’s cigar dropped from his lips. He took off his sunglasses and said to my Dad, "Well, I do have a son. I understand how you feel. And yes, I’m going to help you…"
The story reminds us of someone we always lie toâ€"Jesus. We always do. Yet at the end of the matter, when all our lies get stacked up and we end up in a corner not being able to settle anything, he will be the only one who would be there to get us out.
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