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The Stranger
By: Tigger Date: March 2, 2011, 1:03 pm
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The Stranger
This is very interesting and not the ending I had expected!!!!
A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new
to our small Texas 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 longtime 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.'
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