An Important Story

When I discovered that my graduation gift was a bible, I was furious.

“I asked for a gun, not a fucking Bible!” I screamed at my dad.

“But…”

“But nothing!  Get out of here!  I never want to see you again.”

My dad and I never spoke again after that.  As for the bible, I just assumed it was long gone until I saw it again, years later, at my father’s funeral.  It was tucked away on the shelf under my parent’s television and when I picked it up to thumb through it, a check fell out and floated to the floor.  The amount?  More than enough for the gun I had wanted.

Suddenly, I felt like a fool.  “How many other stupid books had I forgotten to check for money?”