Five more Minutes………..

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground. “That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.  “He’s a fine-looking boy,” the man said. “That’s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.” 

Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter and said, “what do you say we go, Melissa?” Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, dad, please? Just five more minutes.” The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content.  Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter, “Time to go now?” Again, Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad.  Just five more minutes.” The man smiled and said, “OK”.  “My, you certainly are a patient father, you are so cool with your daughter,” the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here.  I never spent much time with Tommy and now I’d love to give anything for just five more minutes to be with him.  I have vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.  She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”

Life is all about making priorities and family is one of the important priorities besides anything in life, so spend all the time you can with your loved ones.  They mean a lot to us.

47 thoughts on “Five more Minutes………..

  1. Wow.. Such a great story..
    Five more minutes..
    We should give more care to the people we love.. We do not know When we will never see them again.. We should appreciate what We already have..
    Keep giving dear friend Kamal 🌸👍


  2. A great (sad, but hopeful) reminder to count each minute with loved ones – friends and family – and to not rush that time. Each minute is precious. The older I get, the more I realize how true this is.


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