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A FATHERÕS MESSAGE
by Jerry Forthun
v From my mother I
learned that selflessness and generosity are among the highest forms of love;
v From Tom, Dick and Mary
I learned that this world is not as frightful when one is surrounded by those
who care;
v From Miss Crowley, my 7th
grade teacher, I learned that the true beauty of a person comes from within;
v From Mrs. Palecek, my
English teacher, I learned that hard work and perseverance will overcome many
obstacles;
v From my navy years I learned that the pleasures of
this world are many, varied, and virtually inexhaustible;
v From Miss Moss, my
literature professor, I learned of the ephemeral quality of life, and of the
gift of awareness;
v From John Steinbeck I
learned that compassion for others makes one more humanÑand closer to God;
v From the philosopher I
learned that we canÕt experience true joy in our lives unless we can contrast
it with pain;
v From my Peace Corps
years I learned of the beauty of cultural diversity and of service to others;
v From hundreds of
prisoners I learned that forgiveness is necessary to free oneself from an inner
prison;
v From my fellow-members
of the Charisma Book Club I learned that sharing of self with friends is a
priceless gift;
v From my children
Michael and Elizabeth I learned that GodÕs gifts are truly limitless;
v From my wife Sara I
learned that love is unwavering, tolerant, and eternal;
v From Jesus I learned
countless things, but foremost that one approaches the kingdom of heaven by
caring about others, and that heaven is Ònot here, nor there, but within;Ó
v From my Eternal Father
I learned everything that I have ever learned, including those things that I
learned from listening to the voice within, that made my life more meaningful
and beautiful, and that will make it easier for me to leave this world thankful
for the life that I have been given.
And so, I LEAVE THESE MESSAGES THAT MY CHILDREN
MAY HEAR WHAT I HAVE LEARNED, AND MAY PROFIT BY IT, AND THEREBY THAT THEY MAY
TRULY EXPERIENCE THE BEAUTY OF LIFE, AND MAY, IN THE WORDS OF THE POET:
ÒÉLive, that
When thy summons comes
to join
The innumerable
caravan, which moves
To that mysterious
realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the
silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the
quarry slave at night,
Scourged to his
dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering
trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the
drapery of his couch
About him, and lies
down to pleasant dreams.Ó