Don
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From: SS14U2(AT)aol.com <SS14U2(AT)aol.com>
To: tmic-list(AT)eskimo.com <tmic-list(AT)eskimo.com>
Date: Monday, May 03, 1999 10:48 PM
Subject: [TMIC] Inspiration from Suzi in Seattle Let's make an hour of our
time forthe TMIC!
>HOW MUCH IS YOUR TIME WORTH?
>
>The man came home from work late again, tired and irritated,
>to find his five-year-old son waiting for him at the door.
>
>"Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
>
>"Yeah, sure, what is it?" replied the man.
>
>"Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?"
>
>"That's none of your business! What makes you ask such a
>thing?" the man said angrily.
>
>"I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make
>an hour?" pleaded the little boy.
>
>"If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour."
>
>"Oh," the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he
>said, "Daddy, may I borrow $10 please?"
>
>The father was furious. "If the only reason you wanted to
>know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to
>buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself
>straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you're
>being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don't
>have time for such childish games."
>
>The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
>The man sat down and started to get even madder about the
>little boy's questioning. How dare he ask such questions only
>to get some money.
>
>After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started
>thinking he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe
>there was something he really needed to buy with that $10, and
>he really didn't ask for money very often.
>
>The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened
>the door. "Are you asleep, Son?" he asked.
>
>"No, Daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.
>
>"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,"
>said the man. "It's been a long day and I took my aggravation
>out on you. Here's that $10 you asked for."
>
>The little boy sat straight up, beaming. "Oh, thank you, Daddy!"
>he yelled. Then, he reached under his pillow and pulled out
>some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing the boy already
>had money, started to get angry again.
>
>The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at
>the man.
>
>"Why did you want more money if you already had some?" the
>father grumbled.
>
>"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy
>replied. "Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your
>time?"
>
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