While his son was at school the preacher went into the boy’s room
and placed on his study table three objects: A Bible, a silver dollar,
and a bottle of whiskey.
“Now then,” the old preacher said to himself, “I’ll just hide behind the
door here, and when my son comes home from school this afternoon,
I’ll see which of these three objects he picks up.
If he picks up the Bible, he’s going to be a preacher like me, and what
a blessing that would be.
If he picks up the dollar, he’s going to be a businessman, and that
would be o.k. too.
But, if he picks up the bottle, he’s going to be a drunkard – a no-good
drunkard and Lord, what a shame that would be.”
The old man was anxious as he waited, and soon he heard his son’s
footsteps as he came into the house whistling and headed back to his
room. He deposited his books on the bed, as a matter of routine, and as
he turned around to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table.
With a curious set in his eye, he walked over to inspect them. He picked
up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver
dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took
a big drink…
“Lord have mercy,” the old man whispered, “He’s gonna be a politician!”