“ Can I mom, can I, please? “ pleaded Johnny.
“ Someday, but not today, but someday.”
Johnny went home disappointed and upset. Based on past experience Johnny knew that “someday” meant it was not going to happen….. ever.
Fifty -five years flies by and John goes to visit his mother in a rest home. This particular one is not a very nice one and the smell of urine hits him in the face as he opens the door. He goes down the corridor and into his mother’s room. His mom is ecstatic to see him.
“ John, thank you so much for coming to see me. Can we please go take a ride, even if it’s just for a little while?
“ Someday Mom. Today I’m on a tight schedule, but someday.”