In this one the father returns to his fresh concrete pathing work, only to find that while he was briefly away, his young son had been playing in the wet concrete on the path leaving both his hand prints and his initials in it. In the final scene you see him taking his young son and marching him towards the house with the boy wailing, “How did you know it was Me?
I wonder how many of us are like this little boy in that we quite clearly leave an indelible and identifying reminder of our presence behind us and then wonder how we were caught out?
Whether we know it or not, all of us leave a reminder of our presence behind us. Sometimes a good one but often not one that we really want to be reminded off too. So today’s thought is what kind of impression are you leaving behind? A good one or a bad one?And is it one that can be smoothed over while the cement is wet, or is it going to be left there for as long as the concrete lasts? If so wouldn’t you rather leave a good impression rather than a bad one? Something for you to think on, hey?