جمعه 13 آذر 1388
A long walk home
I grew up in south of Spain in a little community called Estepona.I was 16 when one morning , my father told me I could drive him into a remote village called Mijas about 18 miles away , on the condition that I take the car in to be serviced at a nearby garage. Having just learned to drive and hardly ever having the opportunity to use the car , I readily accepted . I drove dad into Mijas and promised to pick him up at 4 p.m., then drove to a nearby garage and dropped off the car. Because I had a few hours to spare ,I decided to catch a couple of movies at a theater near the garage. However ,I became so immersed in the film that I completely lost track of time.When the last movie had finished ,I looked down at my watch. It was six o clock. I was 2 hours late!
I knew dad would be angry if he found out I had been watching movies. He had never let me drive again I decided to tell him that the car needed some repairs and that they had taken longer than had been expected. I drove up to the place where we had planned to meet and saw dad waiting patiently on the corner . I apologized for being late and told him that Id come as quickly as I could , but the car had needed some major repairs . I ll never forget the look he gave me .
"Im disappointed that you feel you have to lie to me Jason."
" what do you mean? Im telling the truth."
Dad looked at me again " when you did not show up , I called the garage to ask if there were any problems, and they told me that you had not yet picked up the car " A rush of guilt ran through me as I feebly confessed to my trip to the movie theater and the real reason for my tardiness. Dad listened intently as a sadness passed through him.
" Im angry , not with you but with myself. You see ,I realize that I have failedas a father if after all these years you fell that you have to lie to me . I have failed because I have brought up a son who cannot even tell the truth to his own father. I m going to walk home now and contemplate where I have gone wrong all these years "
" But dad it is 18 miles to home . it is dark. You cannot walk home "
My protests , my apologies , and the rest of my utterances were useless. I had let my father down and I was about to learn one of the most painful lessons of my life . dad began walking along the dusty roads. I quickly jumped in the car and followed behind , hoping he would relent . I pleaded all the way , telling him how sorry I was , but he simply ignored me , continuing on silently , thoughtfully and painfully . for 18 miles I drove behind him ,averaging about five miles per hour.
Seeing my father in so much physical and emotionah pain was the most distressing and painful experience that I have ever faced . however , it was also the most successful lesson . I have never lied to him since
Source: chicken soup for the teenage soul