This is a messag sent by my friend, this was suppose to be sent by email but i decided to share it all with you people: (The message below is the exact message or email by my friend)
This is a story I have translated from Chinese. I recieved it from one
of my friends, and read it through 3 times. I cried all three times.
There was music too. Here is the story by itself. It may make you cry,
it may not. But send this to as many people as you can. Let them be
moved, and understand the love that our parents give us. You will not
be cursed if you don't, but help in every effort to enlighten
everyone. Send this back...let everyone know you care.
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"Dad! I'm going out with some friends. Give me fifty dollars" I shout,
watching TV at the same time.
" Didn't I give you some yesterday?" My dad asked quietly, with a sigh.
" Will you give it or not? If you don't, I just steal it myself." I
replied angrily, running out of patience.
My dad weakly nodded, and slowly drew out his thin wallet, counting
out fifty dollars.
Seeing that he gave in, I stood up quickly, and grabbed the bills out
of his hand before he counted out fifty.
I ran out of the house, without a backwards glance and got into the
car my dad had given me, going out to enjoy my night life.
At the basketball court, I met up with some of my friends. Suddenly,
one of them asked...
"What does your dad do for a living?"
I froze at the question, and didn't reply---only because my father was
a hot-dog vendor. I felt ashamed of the low occupation he held, and
never looked at him as a real father. In my heart, he was just someone
to squeeze a few bucks out of.
Not realizing how fast the time had gone by, it was already 3 AM. My
buddies and I were preparing to leave the court and drop in at some
KTV place, when we heard some commotion by the entrance of the court.
" Will you give us the money or not?" a rough voice asked.
" This is money that I have worked for, paid for with sweat and blood.
This is for my family. Get off before I call the police!" replied a
middle-aged man's voice.
Then...
"Give that NOW!" the rough voice roared, and commenced beating the man.
My friends and I walked toward the entrance, and found 4 or 5 guys
piled up beating a man probably 40-50 yrs old. Some one used a thick
cane, and I saw that the guy they were beating was almost out.
"Come one, let's go. Never mind them" my friend said, pulling me away.
I shrugged, and walked away. But I couldn't resist one last
glance...then I saw the face of the man they were attacking.
"Dad!" I cried...shocked in place.
The sight of my father clutching a fifty dollar bill being beat up by
some guys was too much.
He wouldn't give it to anyone....but me. He had worked all day, oily
from the hot dogs, and hot, having to cook them all day. Then I
thought of how my father would give up all his money to me...and now
his life.
I charged into the group, protecting my father from their blows.
I felt the hits, again and again...but more I felt my heart. My
father...the one I never liked, never listened to...was willing to
give anything to me, and willing to endure any pain. But what had I
done?
Would his life end...because of me? How would I ever show that I was
grateful? My friends pulled the guys away, but my father was in
coma...bleeding from his head.
They lifted him onto the ambulance...and I cried over and over.
" Help me...I am still young. Spare my father! "
" I will learn...please...don't take him away!"
And the nurse said took me on the ambulance too...and pointed at my
father's hand.
He was still grabbing onto the fifty dollars....
When he woke...he was still not clear in the mind. " Son...where am I?"
" In an ambulance...you're ok" I cried.
He looked at his hand, and handed me the fifty dollars weakly.
" Go home, and get yourself something to eat. Dad isn't hungry yet" he croaked.
Looking at my father...I realized. Our parents have tried their best
to make us happy. And what did I do ? I just spent the money, greedy
for more, not understanding anything about love and promisies. Do you
feel moved? Send this to anyone, everyone...maybe everyone will really
understand what our parents mean to us now....
We're all different on the outside...
but inside, we're really all the same.
