Thanks ----- Original Message ----- From: "Frances Vitulla" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, September 30, 2009 1:49 PM Subject: [RecipesAndMore] Re: TIME
> > Hello Steve, thanks for sending this message. I will put it in my > friendship folder. Thank you for the time you take to moderate and run > this list. > Original message: >> please take time to read this only a minute >> IN GOD WE TRUST >> To all my family & friends I want to >> THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. >> ONCE YOU READ THIS, YOU WILL UNDERSTAND! >> A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. >> It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, >> career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across >> the >> country in pursuit of his dreams. >> There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about >> the >> past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on >> his >> future, and nothing could stop him. >> Over the phone, 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 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 filling 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 my son," 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% true. >> To everyone I sent this to " Thanks for your time". > > >> > -- > Email services provided by the System Access Mobile Network. Visit > www.serotek.com to learn more about accessibility anywhere. > > > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
