FRIDAY FICTIONEERS – 24 January2014 hosted by Rochelle Wisoff
Copyright – Björn Rudberg
Fiction
Word count- 103
Lesson
In order to make me tough like himself, my father used to make me run every morning.
One day he cajoled me to go up the hill, and touch the shack; at least the nearer one.
He ignored my plea that I have pain in my knees.
There were no stairs, just a hard and slippery path.
I obeyed him, ran up; touched the shack, and came back.
Lovingly he hugged me and said, ‘never let a little pain deter you from reaching for your goal.’
Since then little pain or injury ever became an obstacle in my journey.
Sharing Thoughts 
Love this, Indira. A good lesson indeed. 🙂
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Thanks dear.
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I will take this lesson to heart too.
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Hi Sheenmeem, thanks for your visit.
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Good lesson. One I have had to learn and relearn, especially after the stroke.
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