THERE'S NO PRESENT LIKE THE TIME

Ok, that's my last attempt to turn around words or change meanings. But it's also the topic for today's blog entry.

It seems the older I get, the more I reflect on the classic American play, Our Town. In fact, it may just be THE American play. There are so many truths in Wilder's classic, that it has stood the test of time.

Is it scholarly? Hardly. But to me, that makes it universal and appealing. Who even understands some of the greats? Who reads Shakespeare on their own? In American Lit, how about Faulkner? His acceptance speech for the Nobel Prize in 1950 is the staple in most high school classes, and sorry, but it's not too good.

But I thought this entry was to be about time and what a present it is from God. Oh yeah. What do you think your parents would really like from you? Do you think they need anything? Well, yes, they need you to spend time with them. How about your spouse? Your brother or sister? Your friends? "That's what humans do. They go around wasting time as if they have all the time in the world" the playwright said. And, obviously, he's right.

If you want to give someone a present, give them time. Remember the old expression, "He wouldn't give me the time of day"? Don't be that way to a loved one or someone you respect. Sit and give them some time. Call them. Text message them. Take them out to dinner. To a play. To a movie. But spend time with them.

And parents, please don't ignore your children. Whatever you're doing is not as important as spending time with them. Quality time is redundant. Time is a present. It's also quality. Spend it with those you love.