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Sunday, May 15, 2005
We appreciate things when they are long gone because we know it can't be done again

I was thinking...

There was a professor in college. He teaches Law in a highly respected college. He has been teaching for nearly 10 years in this university. As his tenth year was about to end, one of his students came up to him. And since... "...tomorrow's our graduation and I have no idea of when I'd be seeing you again, I'd like to say I hate you." The professor was puzzled about this. It was definitley not a compliment, he thought. Or was it?

"I had the best years of my life and I hate you. I still do."

The professor was thinking. He wasn't talking. That's his strategy, being a lawyer himself, for others to spill the beans without being impolite or "atat".

"I gave you everything that I can. My time, my effort, my sweat. I hate you."

That was the last of him. Years later, that student came back.

"I still hate you." He came up to him, no greetings, no hello's. "I still really do. Ever since my freshman year."

"Really?" The professor said. "I say, what do you do now?"

"I'm a successful lawyer who built his own firm years ago. And now, I hate even more."

The professor just stood there, watched him tell him he hates him still.

"Do you know why?" "Why?" "Because I knew you wouldn't be there after I receive my diploma. Because I knew you'd be a distinct mere memory in my head. Because I know you taught me so much. Actually everything. Everything I have to know. Everything that's important. That's why I hate you even more. You'll be a past, appreciated in my memory. And I wouldn't be able to be with you."

Sounds familiar? The professor/lawyer is my dad. He's like Van Gogh for me because Van Gogh was appreciated when he was long gone. His works, his life, his words. He's an artist like my dad. Even if I don't appreciate everything that he has done for me, I know I will in the near future. I just hope he's still around when I realize it and start noticing it.

"Everything we have right now, may it be ugly or nice, it was done with full effort. It was bought with full effort. It was made with full effort."

Aloha

1:06 AM

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