The stranger

So very true ...

         The Stranger  ****

*A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our
small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting
newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was
quickly accepted and was around from then on. *

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*As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind,
he had a special niche. *

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*My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil,
and Dad taught me to obey. *

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*But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound
for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.*

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*If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always
knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed
able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league
ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. *

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*The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.
Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each
other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for
peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to
leave.) *

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*Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger
never felt obligated to honor them. *

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*Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our
friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor,  however, got away with
four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother
blush.*

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*My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger
encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made  cigarettes look cool,
cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!)
about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and
generally  embarrassing.. *

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*I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced
strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my
parents, yet he was seldom rebuked  ... And NEVER asked to leave. *

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*More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our
family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was
at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would
still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to
him talk and watch him draw his pictures.*

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His name?.... ****

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We just call him *'TV.'*  ****

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 (Note: This should be required
reading for every household!)  ****



He has a wife now....we call her *'Computer.'*

Their first child is *"Cell Phone". * ****



Second child *"I Pod** " * ****



*And JUST BORN THIS YEAR WAS a Grandchild:*

*IPAD** ** *****



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*          **OH MY----HOW TRUE THIS IS!!!*****