One evening, my mother made dinner after a hard day’s work. She put a plate of eggs, salad, and burnt toast in front of my father. I immediately noticed the burnt toast and was waiting to see if he would complain about it. But my father started to eat, smiling, and asked me how I had spent my day at school.
My mom apologized to my dad for the burnt toast. I will never forget his response to her: “Honey, I love burnt toast!”
Later, when I went to bed and my dad came over to say goodnight, I asked him if he really liked the burnt toast.
He hugged me and said, “Your mother had a difficult day and is really tired. She went out of her way to prepare this meal for us. Why blame her and hurt her feelings? Burnt toast never hurt anyone, but words can be very painful.”
We have to know how to appreciate what others do for us, even if it’s not perfect, because it’s the intention to do well that counts, and no one is perfect.
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