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I Trust You’ll Treat Him Well
Dear World
My young son starts to school today . . . It’s going to be sort of strange and new to him for awhile, and I wish you would sort of treat him gently. You see, up to now he’s been king of the roost . . . He’s been boss of the backyard . . . His mother has always been near to soothe his wounds and repair his feelings.
But now things are going to be different.
This morning he’s going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand, and start out on the great adventure . . . It is and adventure that might take him across continents, across oceans . . . It’s an adventure that will probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow . . . To live his life in the world he will have to live in, will require faith and love and courage.
So, World, I wish you would sort of look after him . . . Take him by the hand and teach him things he will have to know.
But do it gently, if you can.
He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, that all men are not true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero . . . that for every crooked politician there is a great and dedicated leader . . . Teach him that for every enemy, there is a friend.
Steer him away from envy, if you can . . . and teach him the secret of quiet laughter.
In school, World, teach him it is far more honorable to fail that to cheat . . . Teach him to have faith in his own idea, even if everyone says they are wrong . . . Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with tough people.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on the bandwagon . . . Teach him to listen to all men--but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth and take just the good that siphons through.
Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he’s sad . . . Teach him there is no shame in tears . . . Teach him there can be glory in failure and despair in success.
Treat him gently, World, if you can, but don’t coddle him . . . Because only the test of fire makes fine steel . . . Let him have the courage to be impatient . . . Let him have the patience to be brave.
Let him be no other man’s man . . . Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself.
Because then he will always have sublime faith in mankind.
This is quite and order, World, but see what you can do . . . He’s such a nice little fellow, my son!
by Dan Valentine: “American Essays: Sentimental Classics Designed to Make the Heart Sing” (1966)
Daniel Reed Valentine was born on 27 June 1917 in Saginaw, Michigan, United States of America. He was married to Helen Elaine Shaver. He became a newspaper columnist under the heading “Nothing Serious” for the “Salt Lake Telegram” and the “Salt Lake Tribune,” a radio personality, and a prolific writer of books and pamphlets. Daniel Reed Valentine passed on at 73 years of age on 12 February 1991 in Arlington, Virginia, United States of America.
Dear World
My young son starts to school today . . . It’s going to be sort of strange and new to him for awhile, and I wish you would sort of treat him gently. You see, up to now he’s been king of the roost . . . He’s been boss of the backyard . . . His mother has always been near to soothe his wounds and repair his feelings.
But now things are going to be different.
This morning he’s going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand, and start out on the great adventure . . . It is and adventure that might take him across continents, across oceans . . . It’s an adventure that will probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow . . . To live his life in the world he will have to live in, will require faith and love and courage.
So, World, I wish you would sort of look after him . . . Take him by the hand and teach him things he will have to know.
But do it gently, if you can.
He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, that all men are not true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero . . . that for every crooked politician there is a great and dedicated leader . . . Teach him that for every enemy, there is a friend.
Steer him away from envy, if you can . . . and teach him the secret of quiet laughter.
In school, World, teach him it is far more honorable to fail that to cheat . . . Teach him to have faith in his own idea, even if everyone says they are wrong . . . Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with tough people.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on the bandwagon . . . Teach him to listen to all men--but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth and take just the good that siphons through.
Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he’s sad . . . Teach him there is no shame in tears . . . Teach him there can be glory in failure and despair in success.
Treat him gently, World, if you can, but don’t coddle him . . . Because only the test of fire makes fine steel . . . Let him have the courage to be impatient . . . Let him have the patience to be brave.
Let him be no other man’s man . . . Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself.
Because then he will always have sublime faith in mankind.
This is quite and order, World, but see what you can do . . . He’s such a nice little fellow, my son!
by Dan Valentine: “American Essays: Sentimental Classics Designed to Make the Heart Sing” (1966)
Daniel Reed Valentine was born on 27 June 1917 in Saginaw, Michigan, United States of America. He was married to Helen Elaine Shaver. He became a newspaper columnist under the heading “Nothing Serious” for the “Salt Lake Telegram” and the “Salt Lake Tribune,” a radio personality, and a prolific writer of books and pamphlets. Daniel Reed Valentine passed on at 73 years of age on 12 February 1991 in Arlington, Virginia, United States of America.
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