Story: My Father and the Burnt Biscuit


When I was a kid, my Mum liked to make dinner
every now then I remember one night in particular
when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work.
On that evening so long ago, my Mum placed
a plate of bread jam and extremely burned biscuits
in front of my dad.
I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!

Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit,
smile at my Mum and ask me how my day was at school.
I don't remember what I told him that night,
but I do remember hearing my Mum apologies
to my dad for burning the biscuits.
And I'll never forget what he said:
"Honey, I love burned biscuits."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy
good night and I asked him if he
really liked his biscuits burned.
He wrapped me in his arms and said,
"Your mum put in a long hard day at work
today and she's real tired. And besides...
A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone,
but harsh words do!"


You know, life is full of
imperfect things... and imperfect people.
I'm not the best at hardly anything,
and I forget birthdays and anniversaries
just like everyone else.

What I've learned over the years
is that learning to accept
each other's faults and choosing
to celebrate each other's differences,
are one of the most important keys
to creating a healthy, growing,
and lasting relationship.


So... please pass me a biscuit.
And yes, the burnt one will do just fine!
And please pass this along to someone
who has enriched your life...
I just did!

Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
Love the people who treat yo

u right
and have compassion for the ones who don't.
Grace and mercy to the ones who prick you...
they have their own battles to fight too.


Enjoy LIFE now –
It has an expiry DATE

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