Breathing Room

Chaim had been a faithful Jew and was in the hospital, near death. The family called their rabbi to stand with them. As the rabbi stood next to the bed, old Chaim's condition appeared to deteriorate and he motioned frantically for something to write on. The rabbi lovingly handed him a pen and a piece of paper, and Chaim used his last bit of energy to scribble a note, then he died.
The rabbi thought it best not to look at the note at that time, so he placed it in his jacket pocket.
At the funeral, as he was finishing the message, he realized that he was wearing the same jacket that he was wearing when Chaim died. He said, "You know, Chaim handed me a note just before he died. I haven't looked at it, but knowing Chaim, I'm sure there's a word of inspiration there for us all."

He opened the note, and read, "Hey, you're standing on my oxygen tube!"

Sweetest friends! Sometimes we as parents or spouses "stand on the oxygen tube" of those around us. Let them breathe, let them grow in their own way, give them independence and don't hold them on too short a leash. Everybody is different and your way is not their way.