Good stuff! What would I have been but for you?
A puny, puling, wretched little crock, afraid of anything that could spit at me.

Do you remember the old gander?
I was near my eternal damnation that day." "But you won out, my boy," said his father in a croaking voice, putting his arm round his son.
"Yes, because you made me stick it, just as you have often made me stick it since.

May God forget me if I ever forget what you have done for me.
Shall we read now ?" He took the big Bible from its place upon the table, and turning the leaves read aloud from the teachings of the world's greatest Master.

It was the parable of the talents.
"Rather hard on the failure," he said as he closed the book.
"No, not the failure," said his father, "the slacker, the quitter.

It is nature's law.