A boy once said to God, “I know what I want when I grow up.” He proceeded to give God his list: to live in a big house with two Saint Bernard’s; to marry a tall, blue-eyed woman; to have three sons-one who will be a senator, one a scientist, and the other a quarterback.Â
He also wanted to be a mountain climber and drive a red Ferrari. As it turned out, the boy hurt his knee one-day while playing football. He could no longer climb trees, much less mountains. He married a beautiful and kind woman who was short with brown eyes. Because of his business, he lived in an apartment in the city and usually rode the subway. He had three loving daughters, and they adopted a fluffy cat.Â
One daughter became a nurse, one an artist and the third a music teacher. One morning the man awoke and remembered his boyhood dream. He became extremely depressed.Â
Heartbroken, he called out to God, “Remember when I was a boy and told You all the things I wanted? Why didn’t You give me those things?”Â
“I could have,” said God, “but I wanted to make you happy.”
