Reality and Illusion
A Primary School teacher once asked her students to write an essay about what they would like God to do for them. She carried the papers home. While marking the essays, she read one that made her very emotional. Her husband, who had just walked in saw her crying and asked, “What happened?”
She answered: “Read this. It’s one of my students’ essays.”
Oh God, tonight I ask you something very special:
Make me into a television. I want to take its place. Live like the TV in my house. Have my own special place, and have my family around ME … To be taken seriously when I talk. I want to be the centre of attention and be heard without interruptions or questions.
I want to receive the same special care that the TV receives when it is not working. Have the company of my Dad when he arrives home from work, even when he is tired. And I want my Mum to want me when she is sad and upset, instead of ignoring me …
I want my brothers to fight, to be with me … I want to feel that my family just leaves everything aside, every now and then, just to spend some time with me. And last but not least, that I can make them all happy and entertain them … Lord I don’t ask you for much … I just want to live like every TV.
The husband burst out: “My God, poor kid. What horrible parents!”
She looked up at him and said: “That essay is our son’s!”
In reality, this “poor kid” could very well be your kid; these “horrible parents” could just be you. The modern man has no longer time for their dear ones. TV has stolen his time.