We Need More Paul Harveys In America

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I grew up listening to Paul Harvey on the radio. I didn’t always find him, but somehow, he always had a way of finding me. I’d usually be driving back from a business trip or heading up to The Region to see my family. Inevitably, I’d run across some obscure station – and there was Paul Harvey. I was particularly fond of “The Rest of the Story” and Paul’s famous ending: “And now you know…the rest of the story.” Absolutely loved it.

I also loved his resoluteness – particularly when it came to the principles and values for which he so deeply cared. Regardless of which direction the political winds blew, Paul Harvey stood steadfast for the beliefs he held dear and his unwavering love of country. To Paul Harvey, America really was that “shining city on a hill” of which Ronald Reagan spoke so lovingly.

We need more Paul Harveys in America today.

More importantly, our children and grandchildren could use a Paul Harvey or two in their lives. In a society where too many children are given everything they want by often well-meaning parents who fail to realize until it’s too late that they have robbed those children of the one opportunity they had to learn manners, responsibility, work ethic and the value of earning things they acquire, Paul’s wisdom is in desperate short supply.

A good friend posted the following open letter from Paul Harvey on Facebook this morning. If you have young children, I hope you’ll read it to them. If you’re a grandparent, perhaps you’ll ask your child(ren) to read it to your grandchild(ren).

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I’d like better.

I’d really like for them to know about hand-me-down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

To the children:

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car. And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you’ll let him/her.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it’s all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he/she wants to crawl under the covers with you because he/she’s scared, I hope you let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don’t ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won’t be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy/girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

I hope you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don’t care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don’t like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he/she is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your grandma/grandpa and go fishing with your uncle.

I hope you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor’s window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hanukkah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you – tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it’s the only way to appreciate life.

Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I’m here for you. And if I die before you do, I’ll go to heaven and wait for you.

I miss Paul Harvey. So does America. Sadly – and tragically – fewer and fewer people realize it.

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3 replies

  1. This brought tears to my eyes. I too, was raised listening to Paul Harvey’s wisdom. I loved the way he could see the world as it really was and still remain optimistic about our future. I’ve tried to raise my children with this kind of appreciation for life. I hope I have succeeded. Time will tell.

    • Thank you. When I was writing it – thinking about growing up – this quote from Mark Twain came to mind as well:

      “When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years.”

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