A long walk home

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A LONG WALK HOME
by Jason Bocarro
from Chicken Soup for the Teenage SouI

I grew up in the south of Spain in a little community called Estepona
I was 16 when one morning, my father told me I could drive him into a
remote village called Mijas, about 18 miles away, on the condition
that I take the car in to be serviced at a nearby garage. Having just
learned to drive and hardly ever having the opportunity to use the car,
I readily accepted. I drove Dad into Mijas and promised to pick him
up at 4 p.m., then drove to a nearby garage and dropped off the car.
Because I had a few hours to spare, I decided to catch a couple of
movies at a theater near the garage. However, I became so immersed
in the films that I completely lost track of time. When the last movie
had finished, I looked down at my watch. It was six o'clock. I was two
hours late !
I knew Dad would be angry if he found out I'd been watching
movies. He'd never let me drive again. I decided to tell him that the
car needed some repairs and that they had taken longer than had
been expected. I drove up to the place where we had planned to meet
and saw Dad waiting patiently on the corner. I apologized for being
late and told him that I'd come as quickly as I could, but the car had
needed some major repairs. I'll never forget the look he gave me.
"I'm disappointed that you feel you have to lie to me, Jason."
*What do you mean? I'm telling the truth."
Dad looked at me again. "When you did not show up, I called the
garage to ask if there were any problems, and they told me that you
had not yet picked up the car. So you see, I know there were no
problems with the car." A rush of guilt ran through me as I feebly
confessed to my trip to the movie theater and the real reason for my
tardiness. Dad listened intently as a sadness passed through him.
"I'm angry, not with you but with myself. You see, I realize that I
have failed as a father if after all these years you feel that you have to
lie to me. I have failed because I have brought up a son who cannot
even tell the truth to his own father. I'm going to walk home now and
contemplate8 where I have gone wrong all these years."
"But Dad, it's 18 miles to home. It's dark. You can't walk home."
My protests , my apologies and the rest of my utterances were
useless. I had let my father down, and I was about to learn one of the
most painful lessons of my life. Dad began walking along the dusty
roads. I quickly jumped in the car and followed behind, hoping he
would relent. I pleaded all the way, telling him how sorry I was, but
he simply ignored me, continuing on silently, thoughtfully and
painfully. For 18 miles I drove behind him, averaging about five miles
per hour.
Seeing my father in so much physical and emotional pain was the
most distressing and painful experience that I have ever faced.
However, it was also the most successful lesson. I have never lied to
him since.

The End
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[بحر الأماان]

Great lesson , I liked the way that the father followed to teach his son a lesson
and even the son gave us a lesson by his walking behind his father and not letting him walks alone
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Great lesson my teacher, thank you

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It is really a long walk, but sometimes we need to take along walk alone not to
give a dear person a lesson but to see if that person will follow us. or she / he will find it
a good chance to turn back and find another road to take.
Here the father was very sure that his son will be right there for him, in case he changes his mind.
And you can not be sure of a person unless you know or raised him very well.
He was a good son, his father knew that but he did a bad mistake by lying to him.

For that he was afraid that his son will get use to this, and then every thing he taught him
well be destroyed. and I think the father was very sad because his son
did not trust him enough to tell him the truth
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Thank you
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