The Polaroid felt heavy in James’ trembling hands. His heart raced as he flipped it over, eager for an explanation. On the back, written in Andrew’s unmistakable handwriting, were the words:
*”This is my son, Dad. His name is James.”*
James stared at the photo again, his eyes welling with tears. In it, a young boy with unruly dark hair and sparkling blue eyes stood in a park, clutching a soccer ball. He looked no older than six.
James’ heart ached as he traced the little boy’s face with his finger. *I have a grandson,* he thought, his chest tightening with emotion. But the joy was laced with sorrow. Andrew had kept this from him for years.
Flipping the photo back over, James noticed something else:
*”He asks about you. I don’t know what to say.”*
James sank into his armchair, the weight of the years pressing down on him. He remembered the fight with Andrew at his late wife’s funeral. Words had been exchanged in the heat of grief—words James deeply regretted. He had tried to apologize countless times, pouring his heart into every letter he’d sent over the years, but Andrew had never replied.
Now, here was this boy—his grandson—who didn’t even know his grandfather.
James wiped his tears and resolved to try one more time.
That evening, James sat at his desk and began to write.
*”Dear Andrew,
I cannot express how much seeing that photo meant to me. Thank you for letting me meet James, even in this small way. I know I’ve hurt you, and I know I’ve failed as a father in ways that I can’t undo. But I want to be better—for you and for him. Please let me.
With love, always,
Dad.”*
He folded the letter and placed it in an envelope. This time, he didn’t feel the familiar despair. For the first time in years, hope stirred in his heart.
Weeks passed, and James checked his mailbox every day with renewed anticipation. One afternoon, as the sun set, he found another envelope waiting for him.
Inside was a single sentence:
*”James wants to meet his grandfather. Are you ready?”*
James clutched the letter, tears streaming down his face. After all the years of silence, the door to reconciliation had finally cracked open. He knew this was his second chance—not just to mend his relationship with Andrew, but to be a part of young James’ life.
And this time, he wouldn’t waste it.
In 1965, a powerful warning was broadcast to the world; 54 years later, it has unfortunately become a reality.
Paul Harvey, the iconic news commentator and radio pioneer, captivated millions of Americans with his unique delivery style, reaching over 24 million listeners at his peak. His words always carried weight, but no one could have predicted just how prophetic one of his speeches would become.
Today, when I reread his famous broadcast from 1965, I was struck by how eerily relevant it is to our present times.
The speech, titled “If I Were the Devil,” was first aired on April 3, 1965. In it, Harvey imagines what he would do if he were the Devil, detailing a cunning strategy to lead society astray. Sadly, many of the warnings he issued back then reflect the very struggles we face today.
EVERYONE should listen to this. Paul Harvey was alarmingly accurate 54 years ago.
In his fictional narrative, Harvey, as the Devil, outlines how he would whisper lies to people, corrupt young minds, and undermine moral foundations. He speaks of a world where values are flipped upside down, where faith is diminished, and materialism reigns. He envisions a society where chaos spreads through drugs, media, and weakening family bonds.
Listening to it again, it’s hard not to feel a chill as you realize how much of what he predicted has come to pass.
I grew up hearing Paul Harvey on the radio with my mom in the 1970s, and now, more than ever, his words seem to ring true. Everything he warned of 54 years ago seems to be happening now
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