Some time ago, a man punished
his 3-year-old daughter for
wasting a roll of gold wrapping
paper. Money was tight and he
became infuriated when the
child tried to decorate a box to
put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl
brought the gift to her father the
next morning and said, “This is
for you, Daddy.” He was
embarrassed by his earlier
overreaction, but his anger flared
again when he found the box
was empty.
He yelled at her, “Don’t you know
that when you give someone a
present, there’s supposed to be
something inside it?”
The little girl looked up at him
with tears in her eyes and
said,”Oh, Daddy, it is not empty. I
blew kisses into the box. All for
you, Daddy.”
The father was crushed. He put
his arms around his little girl, and
he begged for her forgiveness.
It is told that the man kept that
gold box by his bed for years and
whenever he was discouraged,
he would take out an imaginary
kiss and remember the love of
the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as
humans have been given a gold
container filled with
unconditional love and kisses
from our children, friends, family
and God. There is no more
precious possession anyone
could hold.
Dad is my Hero