Scouts-L Mail Archive for June of 1999: Happy Father's Day!!!
Happy Father's Day!!!
Charles W. Pourciau
Fri, 18 Jun 1999 19:20:22 -0500
Happy Father's Day to all the GREAT Dads on this list. May God bless you.
Once upon a time there was a great man who married the
woman of his dreams. With their love, they created a little
girl. She was a bright and cheerful little girl and the
great man loved her very much.
When she was very little, he would pick her up, hum a
tune and dance with her around the room, and he would tell
her, "I love you, little girl!"
When the little girl was growing up, the great man
would hug her and tell her, "I love you, little girl. "The
little girl would pout and say, "I'm not a little girl
anymore." Then the man would laugh and say, "But to me,
you'll always be my little girl."
The little girl who-was-not-little-anymore left her
home and went into the world. As she learned more about
herself, she learned more about the man. She saw that he
truly was great and strong, for now she recognized his
strengths. One of his strengths was his ability to express
his love to his family. It didn't matter where she went in
the world, the man would call her and say, "I love you,
The day came when the little girl who-was-not-little-
anymore received a phone call. The great man was damaged. He
had had a stroke. He was aphasic, they explained to the
girl. He couldn't talk anymore and they weren't sure that he
could understand the words spoken to him. He could no longer
smile, laugh, walk, hug, dance or tell the little girl who-
was-not-little-anymore that he loved her.
And so she went to the side of the great man. When she
walked into the room and saw him, he looked small and not
strong at all. He looked at her and tried to speak, but he
The little girl did the only thing she could do. She
climbed up on the bed next to the great man. Tears ran from
both of their eyes and she drew her arms around the useless
shoulders of her father.
Her head on his chest, she thought of many things. She
remembered the wonderful times together and how she had
always felt protected and cherished by the great man. She
felt grief for the loss she was to endure, the words of love
that had comforted her.
And then she heard from within the man, the beat of his
heart. The heart where the music and the words had always
lived. The heart beat on, steadily unconcerned about the
damage to the rest of the body. And while she rested there,
the magic happened. She heard what she needed to hear.
His heart beat out the words that his mouth could no
longer say ...
I love you
I love you
I love you
And she was comforted.
By Patty Hansen