Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car
And I dented it. I thought you’d kill me.
But you didn’t.
And the time I drag you to the beach and you’d said, ‘It would rain.’
And it did. I thought you’d say I told you so.
But you didn’t.
And the time I flirted will all the guys to make you jealous.
And you were. I thought you’d leave me.
But you didn’t.
And remember the time I spilled blueberry pie all over your
brand new car rug. I thought you’d smacked me.
But you didn’t.
And the time I forgot to tell you that the dance was formal
and you showed up in jeans. I thought you’d leave me forever.
But you didn’t.
Yes there were lots of things you didn’t do. But you put up with me.
And you love me and protected me.
There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you when you returned from Viet Nam.
But you didn't.
(A story from a Professor from my Professional Education Course.)
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