[BITList] ON THIS MSG WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR VIEWS

[KENNETH567 at aol.com]

Subject:  Fw: A VISITOR there's alot of truth to this 
Unfortunately,  very true...   
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 in America  !)        
He  has  a wife now...We call her 'Computer  

-------------- next part --------------
An HTML attachment was scrubbed...
URL: http://lists.bcn.mythic-beasts.com/pipermail/bitlist/attachments/20090228/4d4542a7/attachment.shtml 
-------------- next part --------------
A non-text attachment was scrubbed...
Name: not available
Type: image/gif
Size: 257 bytes
Desc: not available
Url : http://lists.bcn.mythic-beasts.com/pipermail/bitlist/attachments/20090228/4d4542a7/attachment.gif