One day my father went to the hospital for a physical examination. As part of this examination, the doctors took some X-rays of his chest. They showed him the X-rays, and told him that if he didn’t stop smoking, he was going to die. These X-rays proved to him that his lungs were full of tar and other junk, and convinced him to attempt to give up his addiction.
My dad quit smoking immediately … cold turkey. For the next couple of months, he was very difficult to get along with. In fact, he was an ogre, tense, uptight and viscous. Fortunately, mom took the time to explain to Belinda and myself what was going on, so we were prepared and were not too shocked at dad’s behavior.
I wrote him a note telling him I still loved him in spite of it all. The text of the letter is below, with misspellings and such intact.
Dear Daddy,
I Love You. And I think you are very good to me. Because you help me with my home work And with the things I am interrested in.
Even if you are meen. I stal love you. I hope I can help you. I’ll trie.
Love
Richard Lowe j.r.
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