Best Day of My Life

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
February 7, 2014

Kleenex alert!!!

In the faint light of the attic, an old man, tall and stooped, bent his great frame and made his way to a stack of boxes that sat near one of the little half-windows. Brushing aside a wisp of cobwebs, he tilted the top box toward the light and began to carefully lift out one old photograph album after another. Eyes once bright but now dim searched longingly for the source that had drawn him here.

It began with the fond recollection of the love of his life, long gone, and somewhere in these albums was a photo of her he hoped to rediscover. Silent as a mouse, he patiently opened the long buried treasures and soon was lost in a sea of memories. Although his world had not stopped spinning when his wife left it, the past was more alive in his heart than his present aloneness.

Setting aside one of the dusty albums, he pulled from the box what appeared to be a journal from his grown son’s childhood. He could not recall ever having seen it before, or that his son had ever kept a journal. Why did Elizabeth always save the children’s old junk? he wondered, shaking his white head.

Opening the yellowed pages, he glanced over a short reading, and his lips curved in an unconscious smile. Even his eyes brightened as he read the words that spoke clear and sweet to his soul. It was the voice of the little boy who had grown up far too fast in this very house, and whose voice had grown fainter and fainter over the years. In the utter silence of the attic, the words of a guileless six-year-old worked their magic and carried the old man back to a time almost totally forgotten.

Entry after entry stirred a sentimental hunger in his heart like the longing a gardener feels in the winter for the fragrance of spring flowers. But it was accompanied by the painful memory that his son’s simple recollections of those days were far different from his own. But how different?

Reminded that he had kept a daily journal of his business activities over the years, he closed his son’s journal and turned to leave, having forgotten the cherished photo that originally triggered his search. Hunched over to keep from bumping his head on the rafters, the old man stepped to the wooden stairway and made his descent, then headed down a carpeted stairway that led to the den.

Opening a glass cabinet door, he reached in and pulled out an old business journal. Turning, he sat down at his desk and placed the two journals beside each other. His was leather-bound and engraved neatly with his name in gold, while his son’s was tattered and the name Jimmy had been nearly scuffed from its surface. He ran a long skinny finger over the letters, as though he could restore what had been worn away with time and use.

As he opened his journal, the old man’s eyes fell upon an inscription that stood out because it was so brief in comparison to other days. In his own neat handwriting were these words:
Wasted the whole day fishing with Jimmy. Didn’t catch a thing.

With a deep sigh and a shaking hand, he took Jimmy’s journal and found the boy’s entry for the same day, June 4. Large scrawling letters, pressed deeply into the paper, read:
Went fishing with my Dad. Best day of my life.

Author -  Lance Wubbels  (co-author of the book, "To A Child Love is 
Spelled T-I-M-E,"  with Mac Anderson, 
Founder, Simple Truths)
  1. Reblogged this on jeanbrunson and commented:
    Children see time differently from adults. We can make more money, but we can never make more time . Parents, read this friendly reminded of how fast it flies. Maybe you will change your plans for the week-end. A change you will not regret.


  2. It’s always important to remember that the time when children are open to you without you inputting a lot of quality time of your own is very short, and once they pass a certain age they also pass the time when they were willing to forgive you ignoring them. It’s important to have useless fishing days!


  3. "Working for Christ" said:

    What a great reminder! 🙂 Dave


  4. Oh, yes. So often it is the small, seemingly insignificant deeds/moments of life that turn out to be momentous. Lord, help me to make wise choices–like taking a fishing trip with a six year-old!


  5. Oh, I love this! What a beautiful reminder for me to cherish every moment with my children! Thank you for sharing the story!


  6. Oh boy. Perception is everything, and sometimes our own perceptions are completely skewed. Great story.


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