Thinking now and recalling one Father’s Day past. I was visiting the Hingham Mass home-house, with not much to offer in way of a gift. But, the same as in most any visit, I asked if there was a chore I could help with, and ended up sweeping out the garage.
It was a beautiful day with sunlight streaming in through the open garage door – the dust specks kicked up by my brooming looked like little gold planets in the streams of light -- and my father was there, watching approvingly as I swept up.
All of a sudden he looked at me, smiled, and said: “You know, Jack, you were the answer to our prayers!”
I was taken aback, wow! Then he continued.
“You weren’t what we prayed for, Jack, but you certainly were the answer to our prayers!”
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