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1720 S Hill rd Timmonsville Sc 29161-7831
Jett, I'll never forget the moment the doctor put you in my hands. I had ne=
ver seen a baby who was only a couple minutes old before and was quite conv=
inced something was wrong with you. Your blue like skin, and conehead made =
you look like something from another planet! Once I was assured you were ac=
tually okay, I was overwhelmed with emotion that God would bless and trust =
me with the responsibility of being your father. sc0000a258 From that momen=
t to this very moment the main desire of my heart has been to see you and y=
our brothers trust Jesus as your savior and see Him formed in your life. Yo=
u've given me so many reasons to be proud of you son. You've really got wha=
t it takes! You're a great student. An amazing athlete. One of the best fan=
tasy football players I've ever witnessed. =C3=83=C2=B0=C3=85=C2=B8=C3=A2=
=E2=80=9E=C2=A2=C3=A2=E2=82=AC=C5=A1 You have a generous heart. But all of =
these pale in comparison to watching you begin to follow Christ with your l=
ife. Being able to baptize you yesterday was one of the highlights of my li=
fe
and I'll never forget that moment. jett Remember son that yesterday was not=
the finish line but the starting point. God has an amazing adventure plann=
ed for you and I want to encourage you to trust Him at every turn. Over and=
over again you'll face situations where you'll be tempted to give into fea=
r but I pray you'll choose faith. You'll be temped to control but remember =
freedom comes in letting go. You'll be drawn toward comfort but I pray you'=
ll choose sacrifice. You will feel all alone but remember God promises that=
He will never leave you nor forsake you. Your mother and I pray for you ev=
ery day and I know there are hundreds of others that join with us praying f=
or your protection and spiritual growth. I can't wait to see what God's goi=
ng to do through you Jett. I love you son,A Love Letter To My Son by Tom Pa=
r=C3=83=C6=92=C3=82=C2=A9 I wrote a letter to my son Tom Jr. at a time when=
he was going through some difficulties over which I had no control. Recent=
ly, he reminded me of this letter and
said that it had meant a lot to him. In honour of Father's Day, June 16, I'=
d like to share it with the readers of The TIMES. Dear Tom, I wish you were=
a little boy again and I could scoop you up and hold you when you hurt. I =
wish I could make all your cares go away like I could do when you were smal=
l. All that I can do is remember my own youth and how I went to my father, =
and I knew immediately that he and he alone could solve the pre-man problem=
s that I had. I remember also that there came a time in my life when I no l=
onger went to him because I felt that it was necessary for me to solve my o=
wn problems. Unfortunately, I didn't always do a very good job. Strangely e=
nough, at these times, my mind would wander back to the protectorate days w=
hen it was not necessary to explain in detail what was bothering me, but on=
ly to reach out to him. If he could help or offer an explanation, he was al=
ways quick to do so, but there were times when the solutions to my problems=
, whether real
or imagined, were beyond his capabilities. I recall one such time when, as =
Christmas approached, I turned in my obligatory list, and my dad called me =
out for one of our little talks that he was not very good at giving. He was=
uncomfortable initiating these moments of fatherly communication. But this=
time I realized the importance of the talk. It seems that we were having a=
very trying time financially and, as a matter of fact, we were losing our =
house. He had to tell me that he had no money to give us all a good Christm=
as, and he explained that he needed me to understand that my Christmas woul=
d not be as I expected. My dad had to admit a failure to me, his oldest son=
At least he thought so. He told me that he could not afford to get a gift=
for all of us and since the younger boys still believed in Santa Claus, he=
felt that they should get the big presents that Christmas, and if things g=
ot better, he would buy me something later when he had saved up more money.=
My first
thought was disappointment until I saw his eyes well up, and I realized a f=
ew new things about my old man. Tom Par=C3=83=C6=92=C3=82=C2=A9 with his so=
n in 1957 Suddenly, I was no longer a little kid, but instead had been prom=
oted to something more; not necessarily an adult, but a part of the inner c=
ircle. He let me into the workings of the family. I enjoyed my new role and=
it was a secret between us; my mother was not included in any conversation=
s. The following summer, he took me to a house on Erie Street and bought me=
my very first bike; a used English racer for which he paid 12.00. It was m=
y Christmas present. He was a good guy, my old man, and at times, something=
in my brain will click, and I'll smile as an old memory is revived due to =
a current circumstance. For example, when I was leaving for Korea, perhaps =
never to return. He shook my hand because he didn't know that men could hug=
, and in much detail explained how to sharpen my razor blades on the edge o=
f a water glass. I am probably the
only person to ever be given that fatherly advice at what could very possib=
ly have been the last time together. The night before my wedding, he came i=
nto my bedroom and asked, almost in a whisper, if there was anything that I=
needed to know about the birds and the bees. This, to a guy who was 21 yea=
rs old and had spent three years in the army, including one in the Orient. =
Not to forget that I had also led a rather wild bunch of teen years. I reme=
mber being awfully embarrassed; not for me, but for him, because I knew he =
was trying to do what was right but he didn't know how to do it. I told him=
that I had a pretty good idea of what to do, and that ended the conversati=
on, much to the relief of both us. There are many times that I don't know w=
hat or how to do things when it comes to being a dad, and there are times w=
hen, just like my dad, I am embarrassed because I know that I can't do all =
the things that I'd like to do. It is very difficult to admit to the awful =
truth that I
don't have the wherewithal to do the right thing. Just like my dad, I have =
sleepless nights because of what I am incapable of doing. At times, the gui=
lt rises up as I remember all the money I wasted on garbage, while never on=
ce thinking of what the future could hold. Somewhere, there is the spirit o=
f a little gray-haired French guy, who would gladly show you how to sharpen=
your razor blades on a water glass. I wish he was here to show me again. I=
wish I was a little boy again. I wish you and I were both little boys agai=
n. With a lot of love, Dad dad
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> Jett, I'll never forget the moment the doctor put you in my hands. I had =
never seen a baby who was only a couple minutes old before and was quite co=
nvinced something was wrong with you. Your blue like skin, and conehead mad=
e you look like something from another planet! Once I was assured you were =
actually okay, I was overwhelmed with emotion that God would bless and trus=
t me with the responsibility of being your father. sc0000a258 From that mom=
ent to this very moment the main desire of my heart has been to see you and=
your brothers trust Jesus as your savior and see Him formed in your life. =
You've given me so many reasons to be proud of you son. You've really got w=
hat it takes! You're a great student. An amazing athlete. One of the best f=
antasy football players I've ever witnessed. ðŸ&ac=
irc;?¢â?? You have a generous heart. But all of these pale in co=
mparison to watching you begin to follow Christ with your life. Being able =
to baptize you yesterday was one of the highlights of my life and I'll neve=
r forget that moment. jett Remember son that yesterday was not the finish l=
ine but the starting point. God has an amazing adventure planned for you an=
d I want to encourage you to trust Him at every turn. Over and over again y=
ou'll face situations where you'll be tempted to give into fear but I pray =
you'll choose faith. You'll be temped to control but remember freedom comes=
in letting go. You'll be drawn toward comfort but I pray you'll choose sac=
rifice. You will feel all alone but remember God promises that He will neve=
r leave you nor forsake you. Your mother and I pray for you every day and I=
know there are hundreds of others that join with us praying for your prote=
ction and spiritual growth. I can't wait to see what God's going to do thro=
ugh you Jett. I love you son,A Love Letter To My Son by Tom ParÃ?&Ac=
irc;© I wrote a letter to my son Tom Jr. at a time when he was going t=
hrough some difficulties over which I had no control. Recently, he reminded=
me of this letter and said that it had meant a lot to him. In honour of Fa=
ther's Day, June 16, I'd like to share it with the readers of The TIMES. De=
ar Tom, I wish you were a little boy again and I could scoop you up and hol=
d you when you hurt. I wish I could make all your cares go away like I coul=
d do when you were small. All that I can do is remember my own youth and ho=
w I went to my father, and I knew immediately that he and he alone could so=
lve the pre-man problems that I had. I remember also that there came a time=
in my life when I no longer went to him because I felt that it was necessa=
ry for me to solve my own problems. Unfortunately, I didn't always do a ver=
y good job. Strangely enough, at these times, my mind would wander back to =
the protectorate days when it was not necessary to explain in detail what w=
as bothering me, but only to reach out to him. If he could help or offer an=
explanation, he was always quick to do so, but there were times when the s=
olutions to my problems, whether real or imagined, were beyond his capabili=
ties. I recall one such time when, as Christmas approached, I turned in my =
obligatory list, and my dad called me out for one of our little talks that =
he was not very good at giving. He was uncomfortable initiating these momen=
ts of fatherly communication. But this time I realized the importance of th=
e talk. It seems that we were having a very trying time financially and, as=
a matter of fact, we were losing our house. He had to tell me that he had =
no money to give us all a good Christmas, and he explained that he needed m=
e to understand that my Christmas would not be as I expected. My dad had to=
admit a failure to me, his oldest son. At least he thought so. He told me =
that he could not afford to get a gift for all of us and since the younger =
boys still believed in Santa Claus, he felt that they should get the big pr=
esents that Christmas, and if things got better, he would buy me something =
later when he had saved up more money. My first thought was disappointment =
until I saw his eyes well up, and I realized a few new things about my old =
man. Tom Par�© with his son in 1957 Suddenly, I was no =
longer a little kid, but instead had been promoted to something more; not n=
ecessarily an adult, but a part of the inner circle. He let me into the wor=
kings of the family. I enjoyed my new role and it was a secret between us; =
my mother was not included in any conversations. The following summer, he t=
ook me to a house on Erie Street and bought me my very first bike; a used E=
nglish racer for which he paid 12.00. It was my Christmas present. He was a=
good guy, my old man, and at times, something in my brain will click, and =
I'll smile as an old memory is revived due to a current circumstance. For e=
xample, when I was leaving for Korea, perhaps never to return. He shook my =
hand because he didn't know that men could hug, and in much detail explaine=
d how to sharpen my razor blades on the edge of a water glass. I am probabl=
y the only person to ever be given that fatherly advice at what could very =
possibly have been the last time together. The night before my wedding, he =
came into my bedroom and asked, almost in a whisper, if there was anything =
that I needed to know about the birds and the bees. This, to a guy who was =
21 years old and had spent three years in the army, including one in the Or=
ient. Not to forget that I had also led a rather wild bunch of teen years. =
I remember being awfully embarrassed; not for me, but for him, because I kn=
ew he was trying to do what was right but he didn't know how to do it. I to=
ld him that I had a pretty good idea of what to do, and that ended the conv=
ersation, much to the relief of both us. There are many times that I don't =
know what or how to do things when it comes to being a dad, and there are t=
imes when, just like my dad, I am embarrassed because I know that I can't d=
o all the things that I'd like to do. It is very difficult to admit to the =
awful truth that I don't have the wherewithal to do the right thing. Just l=
ike my dad, I have sleepless nights because of what I am incapable of doing=
At times, the guilt rises up as I remember all the money I wasted on garb=
age, while never once thinking of what the future could hold. Somewhere, th=
ere is the spirit of a little gray-haired French guy, who would gladly show=
you how to sharpen your razor blades on a water glass. I wish he was here =
to show me again. I wish I was a little boy again. I wish you and I were bo=
th little boys again. With a lot of love, Dad dad </p>=20
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