TEACHER, TEACH MY SON RIGHT.!
Wherever i sit and think of a generation after me, i feel like am almost losing it.
But still I’ve the energy to cry out and reach to the nook and Cree out there, …
And I’ll do it to my last breath …
And now to YOU, my son’s teacher :
teach my son that for every scaundrel, There’s a hero.
For every selfish politician, there’s a dedicated leader. For every enemy, there’s a friend.
Teach him that a shilling earned is better than 5 found.
Teach him to learn to lose but also enjoy winning.
Steer him away from envy, if you can.
Teach him the secret of quiet laughter.
Let him learn that bullies are the easiest to lick.
Teach him the wonder of books, but give him a quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and flowers in the green hillside.
In school, teach him that its more honourable to fail than to cheat .
Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even when everyone tells him they’re wrong.
Teach him to be gentle with gentle people, and tough with tough people.
Teach my son not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting into the bandwagon.
Teach him to listen to all men but also, teach him to filter all that he hears on the screen of truth ; and take only good that come through.
Teach him to laugh when he’s sad …
Teach him there’s no shame in tears. Teach him to scoff at cynics and be ware of too much sweetness.
Teach him to sell his brown and brain to the highest bidders, but never to put his price tag on his heart and soul.!
Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob and to stand and fight if he thinks he’s right. Treat him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only a test if time makes fine steel.
Let him have the courage to be impatient, let him have the patience to be brave, teach him always to have sublime faith in himself, because then he’ll have sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order, but see what you can do .
He’s such a fine fellow, MY SON.
By Abraham Lincoln