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<blockquote data-quote="teescha" data-source="post: 4778" data-attributes="member: 297"><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"Jack, did you hear me?" </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"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 </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"The box is gone," he said </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"What box?" Mom asked. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"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." </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser." </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"The thing he valued most was...my time" </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">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. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"I need some time to spend with my son," he said. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!" </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away," </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way. </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you. </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep. </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">5. You mean the world to someone. </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">6. If not for you, someone may not be living. </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">7. You are special and unique. </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">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. </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it. </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world. </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you. </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks. </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">13 . Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy . </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red"></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue"><span style="color: Red">14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. </span></span></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="teescha, post: 4778, member: 297"] [B][COLOR="Blue"]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. [COLOR="Red"]1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much 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 exists 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. [/COLOR][/COLOR][/B][COLOR="Blue"][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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