There was an old man who lived
alone. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His
only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter
to his son about his situation.
Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it
looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss
doing the garden because your mother always loved planting time. I’m just
getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my
troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in
prison. Love, Dad.
Shortly, the old man received this
telegram: ‘For heaven’s sake, dad, don’t dig up the garden!! That’s where I
buried the guns!!’
Early next morning, a dozen police
officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what had
happened, and asked him what to do next.
His son’s reply was: ‘Go ahead and
plant your potatoes, dad. It’s the best I could do for you, from here.’
Moral: No matter where you are in
the world, if you have decided to do something deep from your heart, you can do
it. It is the thought that matters, not where you are or where the person is.
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