Worthless or Priceless
Worthless or Priceless I was driving my son to the sheltered workshop for the handicapped where he works a few days each week. My seventeen year old car was cruising along while the Spring sun shined down. The trees were budding and flowers were popping up along the side of the road. I looked over at my son who was humming along to a song on the radio. He turned his head, smiled and said, ” I love you Daddy.” I smiled back and said, “I love you too son.” The green light ahead turned yellow and I slowed to...