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     Brian played for his school’s football team. You could not say that he was their star player, but he gave his best and so he stayed. It was the last football game of his senior year and a message came that his father had died.
     When the coach found out, he decided to tell Brian before the game, knowing he probably would elect not to participate. But instead of reacting sorrowfully, Brian just took it all in stride and said, “I’ll leave  right after the game”.

     The coach had seen Brian and his father together a couple of times in the past years. There was no doubt that Brian loved his dad and both of them exhibited an unusual kind of intimacy. They would be seen walking around the campus holding hands.
     The coach had heard Brian speak highly of his father and expected him to grieve. When he didn’t, the coach said, “Brian, you don’t have to play. This game isn’t that important anyway.” Brian ignored him and played the game anyway. And play he did! Brian was the star, winning the game like a man possessed.

     In the locker room, some of the players offered condolences, but most were appalled at his lack of sorrow. Brian was casual and happy, as if nothing had gone wrong. The coach was mad and thought he had taught too much devotion to sports and not enough compassion. 
    He scolded Brian, “Why did you play the game? Your father is dead. I’m ashamed of you and myself.”
    Brian replied, “Coach, this was our last game. I am a senior. I had to play. This was the firs time my dad has never seen me play and I had to play like I never played before.”
   “But your father’s dead, “ The coach replied.
    Brian choked back the tears and smiled at the coach. “I guess you didn’t know. My father was blind, and today, he saw me play for the first time.”

    Give life's game your best shot! Our father is watching us play...everytime...
 

A funny-hold-your-breath story of Francis Kong we often find ourselves into - making excuses!

     My father is a creature of habit. After dinner he would go to his room, sit on his favorite chair, wear his reading glasses and read the newspapers. This routine went on for many years.

     One evening, my father became very upset. He couldn’t find his glasses. You see, my dad is a very gentle and soft-spoken person, but when he’s mad, he’s really mad! Everybody scrambled to look for his glasses. My two brothers started moving chairs and tables and my mom started looking under everything, but nobody could find his reading glasses.


    Out of depression, my mother said, “Why don’t you look in your desk drawer and see if your glasses are there?”


     My dad replied, “Am I that stupid? If my glasses were in my drawer, would I still ask you to look for it?”

    My mother kept quiet. She turned to all of us in the house and said, “Look for your father’s glasses, all of you.”

     After more than an hour of unproductive search, my mother looked at my father and said, “Just one more time now. Could you please look into your drawers and see if your glasses are there?”

     Mumbling, as old men are in the habit of doing, he opened his drawer, looked inside. We couldn’t see the drawer’s contents from where we were standing but we did see a look of surprise from my father’s face.

      His eye’s widened but his brows narrowed. We didn’t need to be psychologists for conclude that his glasses were inside his drawer all along.

      There was a moment of suspenseful silence, a little like the calm before the storm. I could sense my mother’s anger rising. “What would my father say this time?” I wondered.


       As he held up his glasses, he looked at all of us and with a loud voice said, “Okay. Now who put my glasses back inside my drawer?”

We make excuses all the time. You and Me? Yes, all the time. But remember, its just so funny and ridiculous for the one who knows the truth.

 

Lying has been a lifestyle, from age to name, agendas and alibis, weight to height, even gender! However, sometimes we need to be extra careful... 

John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn’t help noticing how beautiful John’s roommate Julie was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John and his roommate, and this only made her more curious. During the course of the evening. While watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between John and Julie that met the eye.

Reading his mom’s thoughts, John volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Julie and I are just roommates,”

About a week later, Julie came to John and said, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I can’t find the beautiful silver spoon. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”

John said, “Well, I doubt it, but I’ll write her a letter just to be sure.” So he sat down and wrote:

Dear Mother, I’m not saying you ‘did’ take a silver spoon from my house, and I’m not saying you ‘did not’ take a silver spoon. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Love,
John


Several days later, John received a letter from his mother which read:

Dear Son, I’m not saying that you ‘do’ sleep with Julie, and I’m not saying that you ‘do not’ sleep with Julie. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the silver spoon by now.

Love,
Mom

P.S. And oh by the way, the next time please, do not lie to your mother