Posted by Terry S. (24.24.79.45) on June 19, 2000 at 14:59:26:
My Daddy
A man was giving his testimony at one of those old Salvation
Army open-air street meetings.
As he was testifying, a heckler in the crowd yelled, "Why
don't you shut up and sit down? You're just dreaming."
Immediately that heckler felt a tug on his coat. He looked
down to see a little girl, who said.
"Sir, may I speak to you? That man who is talking up there
is my daddy. Daddy used to be a drunkard. He used to spend
all of the money he made on whiskey. My mother was very
sad and would cry most of the time.
"Sometimes when my daddy would come home, he would hit my
mother. I didn't have shoes or a nice dress to wear to s
chool. But look at my shoes. And see this pretty dress?
My daddy bought these for me."
But the little girl wasn't through with that heckler yet.
"See my mother over there? She's the one with the bright
smile on her face. She's happy now. She sings even when
she's doing the ironing."
Then the little girl said, "Mister, if my daddy is
dreaming, please don't wake him up.