Thanks for "Just For Today"    by Deborah Norwood
 
I am now 56 years old, but when I was a sophomore in high school, my dad gave me this poem.  He told me there wasn't a day that passed that he didn't read it before he started his day.  My dad is now 89 years old.  He gave so much love to his community in Olympia, Washington, that he was elected County Commissioner.  Whenever we would go anywhere, my dad took the time to stop and talk to anyone standing close to him.  He would remember their name and make an effort to repeat the name at least once before he walked away.  My dad has a wonderful sense of humor and he has always made me laugh.  He adores my mother, and tells her how beautiful she is everyday.  He calls me darling and tells me I'm beautiful too.  He worked 12 hours a day, 7 days a week to make sure our family of six had all the things we needed.  I remember he would come home and sit in his favorite chair and fall asleep before dinner.  I took off his work shoes and put on his slippers and it was such a joy for me to see him each evening.  When I was sick, he would come home from working in his lumber store, and immediately sit down on the side of my bed and put his cold hand on my forehead.  I remember because his hands had the scent of his old cash register.    I wish every teen could have had a Dad like mine.  I know that God will have a special place in Heaven for him.   So thank you for printing this poem; it means so much to me.  Oh...almost forgot.  My Dad's name is Woody Anderson. 

                       
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