- #1742077russsMemberMember since: November 27, 2013
Replies: 2russs February 5, 2020 at 12:58 pm
‘The Older I get: the Better I was’.#1742078rob023 February 5, 2020 at 1:09 pm
I see no good reason to act my age.#1742096supergold February 5, 2020 at 7:05 pm#1742124kaiMemberMember since: January 4, 2008
Replies: 9505kai February 5, 2020 at 9:01 pm
Like that one SG ….So True,,,,,,,both were amazingly made that’s for sure
Cheers From Kai#1742135supergold February 6, 2020 at 8:18 am
Thank you Kai. Your post re weekends travel faster than light is so true too but, it can also apply to a holiday you have looked forward to for so very long and when it finally arrives, is over almost as quickly as it began.
Here’s another wee thought for today….
From astronaut Aleksei Leonov, USSR, talking about his space walk:
“I set out into the unknown and nobody on Earth could tell me what I would encounter. There were no text books. This was the first time ever. …” For every child a walk outside is a space walk, everything every bit as exciting and new as space travel is for astronauts. Be the one who launches the babies and young children in your life into the outdoor space near you.”
Supergold-Wainuiomata (Wellington)#1742445supergold February 10, 2020 at 8:17 pm#1742447rob023 February 10, 2020 at 8:19 pm
Very true Supergold 🙂#1742525supergold February 11, 2020 at 8:19 pm
The telephone rang. It was a call from his mother. He answered it and his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.”
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
“Jack, did you hear me?”
“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.
“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.
“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.
“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.
“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered.
Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture…Jack stopped suddenly…
“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.
“The box is gone,” he said.
“What box?” Mom asked.
“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,'” Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said.
“I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read.
Early the next day Jack went to the post office and retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.
“Mr. Harold Belser” it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.
“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filled his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! — Harold Belser.”
“The thing he valued most was my time!”
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.*
“Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.
“I need some time to spend with the people I love and say I care for,” he said. “Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!”
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.”
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it’s 100 percent true.
1. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
2. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you.
3. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
4. You mean the world to someone.
5. If not for you, someone may not be living.
6. You are special and unique.
7. Have trust sooner or later you will get what you wish for or something better.
8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a hard look: you most likely turned your back on the world and the people who love and care for you.
10. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you.
11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you’ll both be happy.
13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
To everyone who read this just now….
*”Thanks for your time.”* 😊
~ Author unknown ~
Supergold-Wainuiomata (Wellington)#1742527rob023 February 11, 2020 at 8:31 pm
Oh I love that Supergold.
Brings back many memories, some related to that beautiful story.
Thank you and God Bless you 🙂
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