Thursday, January 12, 2012
Splitting a Candy Bar
And the reason this item has been so life changing for me, can be related to the simple act of arguing and how it affects each and every one of our lives. If it be a dozen bloodthirsty texts sent and received over misinterpreted frowny faces, or a brutal duel between two overly sharpened tongues, no matter how or why a heated moment occurs, all that truly matters in the end, is the end. A nasty fight with an even nastier conclusion has the power to shatter the bonds of even the closest of people, potentially to the point of no return.
And that is why my father would always try his hardest to end the most terrible of arguments on the happiest of terms. Each time stopping, softly smiling, and then asking if we wanted to split a Hershey's candy bar. And at that moment, I'd always find it strange how such a simple gesture could take away so much anger, and in turn, create the kind of honest happiness normally lost within the tribulations of life. I'd then simply nod and give him a smile back, as he'd break the bar in half, making everything right in the world once again.
And all these years later as I think back on my happy childhood and the strong bond I still share with my dad, I realize how things could have gone quite differently and am grateful everyday for his immense wisdom. And I can only hope that someday my own children will find my father's tradition as magical as I did, realizing that its true meaning goes well beyond a sweet and sugary coating.