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While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground. ¡°That¡¯s my son over there,¡± she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide. ¡°He¡¯s a fine looking boy¡± the man said. ¡°That¡¯s my daughter on the bike in the white dress.¡±

Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. ¡°What do you say we go, Melissa?¡± Melissa pleaded, ¡°Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.¡± The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart¡¯s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. ¡°Time to go now?¡±

Again Melissa pleaded, ¡°Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.¡± The man smiled and said, ¡°OK.¡± ¡°My, you certainly are a patient father,¡± the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, ¡°Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I¡¯d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I¡¯ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa. She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.¡±

Moral: Life is all about making priorities, and family is one and only priority on top of all other, so spend all time you can with loved ones.

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