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--- On Thu, 2/5/09, Che Wan, Khairul <kch...@Suncor.com> wrote:
From: Che Wan, Khairul <kch...@Suncor.com>
Subject: What's most important in life
To: hasima...@yahoo.com, "Zyed TJ" <zyed...@gmail.com>, intr...@gmail.com
Cc: cwkh...@yahoo.com
Date: Thursday, February 5, 2009, 9:28 AM
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.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much
that they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world
love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring
happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every
night, SOMEONE thinks about you before
they go to
sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you,
someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8.
When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you
probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on
His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something
better.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
10. When you think
the world has turned its back on you, take a look; you most
likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't
even know exist, loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments
you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
13.
Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better
when they know and you'll both be happy.
14. If you have a great
friend, take the time to
let them know that they are great.
If you send this letter to all the people you care about,
you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their
perspective on life... for the better.
To everyone I sent this: 'Thank you for your time.'
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