Hello Steve, this is very true. There's alot to think about. Thanks for sharing. Original message: > The Boy and The Tree > A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy > loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the > tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow... > He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. > Time went by... > The little boy grew up, and he no longer played around the tree > everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree with a sad > look on his face. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the > boy. "I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." > The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them." > "Sorry, I don't have money...but you can pick all my apples and > sell them so you will have money." > The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree > and left happily. The boy didn't come back after he picked the > apples. The tree was sad. > One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. > "Come and play with me," the tree said. > "I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. > We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" > "Sorry, I don't have a house, but you can chop off my branches > to build your house." > So the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. > The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy didn't come back > afterward. The tree was again lonely and sad. > One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. > "Come and play with me!" the tree said. > "I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax > myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my trunk to build your > boat. You can sail far away and be happy." So the boy cut the > tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing and didn't come > back for a long time. > Finally, the boy returned after he had been gone for so many > years. "Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you > anymore. No more apples for you..." the tree said. > "I don't have teeth to bite," the boy replied. > "No more trunk for you to climb on." > "I am too old for that now" the boy said. "I really can't give > you anything... the only thing left is my dying roots," the > tree said with sadness. > "I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after > all these years," the boy replied. > "Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest. > Come sit down with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree > was glad and smiled with tears. > ****************** > This is the story of everyone. > The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play > with Mom and Dad... When we grew up, we left them... > We only came to them when we needed something or when we were in > trouble. > No matter what, parents will always be there and give you > everything they can to make you happy. > It may seem as if the way the boy treats the "tree" in the story > is cruel, but many of us take our parents for granted in the > same way. > Never forget how important your parents are and try not to take > them for granted... they may not be around forever.
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