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Lesson Plans

A message from Paul Harvey

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Lawrence A. Parker/OCCTI (occti)
Tue, 21 Sep 1999 08:55:51 -0400

Lawrence A. Parker
Philosopher and Educational Consultant
The Ohio Center for Critical Thinking Instruction, Inc.
89 Grand Avenue
Akron, OH 44303-1004
330.762.5341 (under reconstruction)

"We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them
worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.

I'd really like for them to know about hand-me down clothes and homemade ice
cream and leftover meatloaf sandwiches. I really would.

My cherished grandson, I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and
that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

I hope you have a job by then. It will be good if at least one time you can
see a baby calf born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother. And it's all
right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he
wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let

When you want to see a Disney movie and your little brother wants to tag
along, I hope you'll let him. I hope you have to walk uphill to school with
your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days, when you have to catch a ride, I hope your driver doesn't
have to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as
uncool as your mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your dad teaches you how to make one instead
of buying one. I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books. When
you learn to use those newfangled computers, I hope you also learn to add
and subtract in your head.

I hope you get razzed by your friends when you have your first crush on a
girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what Ivory soap
tastes like. May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on
the stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I hope you get sick when someone blows cigar smoke in your face. I don't
care if you try beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend
offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandpa and go fishing
with your uncle. May you feel sorrow at a funeral and the joy of holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through a
neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time
when you give her a plaster of Paris mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and