Guest guest Posted May 1, 2010 Report Share Posted May 1, 2010 ----- Forwarded Message ---- From: gwendy jacinto <gwendypjacinto@...> luis gatchalian <lgatchi@...>; torresbena@... Sent: Fri, April 9, 2010 11:08:41 PM Subject: Fw: THANKS FOR YOUR TIME ----- Forwarded Message ---- From: Ayel Lusung <mlusung@...> Sent: Saturday, March 27, 2010 5:47:54 AM Subject: THANKS FOR YOUR TIME 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 had 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 . 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. > >A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you. > >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. > >When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it. > >When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world. > >Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks. > >If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. > >To everyone I sent this to: > > >Thanks for your time! __________________________________________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 4, 2010 Report Share Posted May 4, 2010 , your story made me cry! so true! you are not saying good bye, are you? It seems to come from a very sad place? Here is a place to talk if you need someone lo listen. linda ________________________________ From: Gatchalian <lgatchi@...> Sent: Sat, May 1, 2010 7:58:07 PM Subject: [ ] Fw: THANKS FOR YOUR TIME ----- Forwarded Message ---- From: gwendy jacinto <gwendypjacinto> luis gatchalian <lgatchi (DOT) com.ph>; torresbena (DOT) com Sent: Fri, April 9, 2010 11:08:41 PM Subject: Fw: THANKS FOR YOUR TIME ----- Forwarded Message ---- From: Ayel Lusung <mlusungrogers (DOT) com> Sent: Saturday, March 27, 2010 5:47:54 AM Subject: THANKS FOR YOUR TIME 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 had 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 . 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. > >A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you. > >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. > >When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it. > >When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world. > >Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks. > >If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. > >To everyone I sent this to: > > >Thanks for your time! ____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ __ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Agnes Hilario Posted December 12, 2012 Report Share Posted December 12, 2012 Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 New Living Translation (NLT) A Time for Everything 3 For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. 2 A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. 3 A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up. 4 A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. 5 A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. 6 A time to search and a time to quit searching. A time to keep and a time to throw away. 7 A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak. 8 A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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