Without lifting his head, the boy said, "I went outside to wait for father, and to admire my new knife in the sunlight. Some town boys came by and saw me, they got all around me and starting saying bad things. They called me dirty and stupid and said that I should not have such a fine knife. The largest of these boys, pushed me back and I fell over one of the other boys. I dropped my knife and one of them snatched it up and they all ran away, laughing." Here the boy’s anger returned, "I hate them, I hate them all!"

The grandfather, with eyes that had seen so much, lifted his grandson’s face so that he could look into the boy’s eyes. The grandfather said, "Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do.

"But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times.

"It is as if there are two wolves inside me, one is white and one is black. The white wolf is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offence when no offence was intended.

"But will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way. But, the black wolf, is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason.

"He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing. Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."

The boy, looked intently into his grandfather’s eyes, and asked, "Which one wins Grandfather?"

The grandfather, smiled and said, "The one I feed."

Which wolf do you feed?

If I knew it would be the last time that I’d see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two, I would stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would know I do.

If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, I wouldn’t think that you’ll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there’s always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything right.

There will always be another day to say our "I love you’s", And certainly there’s another chance to say our "Anything I can do’s?"

But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I’d like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget: Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?

For if tomorrow never comes, you’ll surely regret the day that you didn’t take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear, tell them how much you love them and that you’ll always hold them dear. Take time to say "I’m sorry," "please forgive me," "thank you" or "it’s okay".

And if tomorrow never comes, you’ll have no regrets about today.

(Culled from the Net)