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He was a man of brute strength. His biceps bulged, and his chest was naturally flexed; yet he had to break a sweat to carry her suitcases to the garage.
“Honey, he yelled up the stairs, what do you have in this thing? We’re only going to be gone for two days”
“I know” was all she replied.
He found himself making deep grunts that came from his gut. “Maybe it’s time for me to return to the gym he thought. He had to drag the suitcase into the garage. He lifted it above his head and placed it upon the luggage rack with a thud.
“Whew!” he said, walking back into the house
“I took it to the car, and you’re taking it into the hotel” he joked with his wife.
“Ha ha” she sarcastically replied “just come and get the other one”
“There’s another one”? He said.
“What do you think we need on this trip? It’s a simple business lunch and all you could possibly need would be an outfit for lunch and some travel clothes to return home in”
“Look!” she replied a little annoyed “these are the things I need, okay”
It took him thirty minutes to attached the remaining bags to the luggage rack of his new car “and things” he said to himself out loud whining. “This is ridiculous” he mumbled under his breath, though she was still upstairs and couldn’t hear him. “These bags are gonna cave in my roof.” He said rubbing the new finish.
“Come on honey” he yelled “we’re gonna be late”
She walked into the garage with a huge smile on her face. She looked beautiful he thought, remembering why he had married her. The two took their places in the car and he began to back out of the driveway. The ride was lovely. Open fields, green pastures, blue sky for miles. The conversation was great. No children for the entire weekend. I get to be with my wife he thought with a boyish happiness. They laughed and talked without a lull for hours. When the evening rolled in, they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel he had reserved. “I can’t wait to kick my feet up and relax he said to his wife.”
Suddenly the conversation went quiet. She did not reply.
“Be careful with that!” she shouted as he pulled down the first suitcase. He felt hot and bothered all over again. “What’s in this thing?” he said in a firm voice just as he heard a grunt other than his own. He quickly sat the suitcase on the ground and unzipped it, and was amazed to she his youngest daughter jump out
“Daddy!” she exclaimed “we were so quiet”
“We?” he said looking around at his wife who sheepishly began to walk to the other side of the car.
“Hey let us out!” Shouts were heard from the other bags.
One by one all four of his children and the dog were standing in front of him. He breathed deeply before he turned to look at his wife who was still standing on the opposite side of the car. She waved shyly at him smiling.
“Why?” was all he could say.
“I just couldn’t bear to leave them at the sitters” she said
“But you told me you needed a break” he said arms waving.
“I know, I know, but I just couldn’t let go”
Moral:
No matter how heavy life’s responsibilities, weights, and habits are; we carry them everywhere we go. We say we are tired. We say we can’t take it anymore. We say that we’re going to stop. Truth told: we all have the same opportunity to “kick back and relax”; but instead we pack up our “issues” drag them across life, and carry them with us.
Out loving father has graciously opened his arms and offered to carry our luggage for us.
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