June 13th was Father's Day. As I was thinking about my father that day, I remembered a time when I was visiting my aging father in Spanish Fork, Utah. He was living alone in his little house after my mother had passed away. I remember him telling me that his outside windows were dirty and he wanted someone to wash them.
He didn't actually ask me to wash them, so I kind of brushed it off.
A few hours later, he again mentioned how dirty his windows were and how he would like them cleaned. I pretended not to hear him and I rationalized in my mind different ways to get out of the task.
*I hate washing windows!
*I don't have the time!
*he could get someone else to wash them!
I never did wash his windows. My selfishness shames me today. If I could rewind the clock back to that day, I would certainly wash every one of his windows until they were sparkling clean, and I would do it with a smile!
Not washing my dad's windows that day is one of my biggest regrets in life! I'm so sorry Dad!!!
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