Once upon a time there was a young guy of about thirty, who
all he wanted to do was drink his booze and sit outside convenience stores. He
liked to hang around the stores because he would ask for spare change from each passerby.
There was nothing physically wrong with the young man, just that for some
reason he had an allergy to work. So the sitter sat, and sat, and sat, until
one day he received notice that his elderly mother whom had always given him a
place to stay had passed away.
As the years passed the “booze habit” which he allowed to
rule over him asserted itself stronger than ever, as whenever he was hungry if
he got his hands on any money he would spent it only on booze instead. In summer
heat and winter cold he continued upon “his chosen path of self-destruction.” Forty years passed and then one day as he was
lying on a park bench trying to sleep, he remembered all of the years he had
wasted just sitting and drinking booze.
A tear fell from his eyes as he reached his
arms around his worn out tattered old coat while trying in vain to stop
the bitterly cold north wind from lashing his body. He now wished that he had taken a different path in life, maybe he could have learned a
trade or developed a skill to earn money, the least he could have done was
worked a job he thought to himself. Also, he never should have allowed the booze
to dominate his life and become his master! Now he had to pay the price for all of
the misery he now faced in life and which sadly, he had brought upon himself!
Moral of the story:
In this life we are all like travelers for we are either master of ourselves or become a slave to our habits. We each choose our
own path in life for better or for worse. So we have to choose our own path wisely while we
are young, so that we do not have to suffer needlessly when we are older!
Copyright 2012 Frank S.
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