The Stranger

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From: JUNE CERRETA
Date: Thu, Sep 27, 2012 at 9:48 AM
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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.

As I grew up, I never questioned
his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a
special niche. My parents were complementary
instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad
taught me to obey.

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

 

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. 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.)

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

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.

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.

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.


His name? 
….


We just call
him
"TV."



(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 Last Year Was a
Grandchild:

 

"iPad"

 



HOW
TRUE THIS
IS!!!

 

 

 

 

 

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