He Speaks, Listen

He Speaks, Listen

A boy and his father loved to go camping together and one night while they were sitting around the fire. The father started teaching his son to observe the world around him. He talked about the movements of the sun and stars, and how you will never be lost if you take the time to learn where you are. The boy shivered and asked “How cold do ya figure it is dad?” His dad replied “I don’t know but the crickets do, count how many chirps you hear in fifteen seconds and then add thirty-seven.” The boy concentrated, did some quick calculations on his finger and then said “Wow, it is around 45° out here.”
Years later, the boy and his father met in Chicago for lunch. The boy had grown into a powerful businessman who always seemed to have papers in his hand and a phone to his ear. As they were walking down to the café, exchanging old stories of camping. The father abruptly stopped and smiled, “can you hear the cricket my boy?” The son just laughed and said “this is Chicago dad not the mountains.” In response, the dad walked across busy street and reached down into a small flower pot on the windowsill. The son followed him briskly, slightly annoyed at the detour. But, to the son’s shock the father was holding a small cricket in his hand. The son, a little flustered, said “that’s just cuz you got hearing aids.” The father slowly replied “no son, everyone can hear they just don’t listen.” And to prove his point he pulled a pocketful of change and dropped it on that bustling Chicago street. Every pedestrian with in twenty-five feet turned about and looked. The problem lies not in the ears, but in the heart.