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a long walk home
i grew up in the south spain in a little community called estepona. i was 16 when one morning my father told me i could drive him 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 house 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 fineshed 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 fell 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 am 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 am going to walk home now and contemplate where i have hone wrong all these years.
but dad it is 18 miles to home it is dark you can not 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 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 amotional pain was the most distressing and painful experience that i have ever faced however it was also the successfull lesson i have never lied to him since
