September 10, 2012

The Value Of Time

Recently, I feel that I was very busy that I couldn't find TIME for everything.  I feel that I'm always rushing and would maximize my time to the fullest each day.  Having a stressful,  full time job and maintaining some blogs and online tasks is not really easy.  It might be well for others who work on only one shift and can find time to check on their personal emails and peep on their blogs during break times while on the office.  But not for me, as I can only check on my personal stuff off work. There is Internet connection in the office but I just used it to check on company emails.  I take care of everything about myself, cooking my own foods, doing the laundry and ironing by myself, going to market, cleaning my own room, etc. Well, I think it's quite a challenging task.

Reading this story below somehow made me realized the value of time.  Sometimes, we are too much focused about work and ourselves that we often neglect on giving time to important people in our lives, whether it be family, friends, colleagues and every people that surrounds us.  Inter action with other people is very important. We wouldn't know but perhaps a minute of your time each day that you're giving to these people means so much to them.  We have to spend quality time with people who matters most to us.  I still believe that quality still prevails over quantity.  We have to spend every minute with people in a way that we would leave a "mark" in their hearts, somehow....

The story below is just one of the many stories that I loved most.  You might be familiar with it as it is widespread on the internet but the author is unknown.  I think this is still worth sharing, as most of us might be guilty on this.

Please read and enjoy.......

Thanks For Your Time
Unknown Author

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!"

 

10 comments:

  1. Oww.. I was deeply moved by this. This has been my life just a few months back. School-work-home. I also wash my clothes with my very own hands (papa doesn't want us to use and buy washing machine and it's crazy, same with rice cooker). Now that I no longer work, I devote my time to school, household, my side businesses and more time to talk to HIM but I take break in between not like before. I used to feel very restless and exhausted cause I've realized that time is running so fast and I wouldn't know what I am missing 'til it hits on me.

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  2. I remember this story from one of the emails I got. Very touching story and it is true that one of the best gifts we could give is the gift of time...having time to spend with someone we care enough about.

    Sis, I also included you here pala --> Liebster Blog Award

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  3. awww... made me rethink... i went home for good in my province to be with my parents but looking back to the 3years im here we barely have quality time... :-( made me sad... :-( will try to catch up on them na...;D

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  4. Though it is hard to find time for everything, I think the most important is the quality time you spend and share with the people important to you.

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  5. I am always running out of time these days, got so many offline errands to do eh..nice story, thanks for sharing..visiting from ComEx

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  6. I find myself guilty. There are times that I have to prioritize other things than my daughter :(

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  7. really inspirational story. It's important to make time for our kids.. this is what I learned early on.

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  8. very touching story. it made me think about those opportunities that i missed because i simply didnt have the time. :(

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  9. I sometimes wish there are more than 24 hours in a day. When I am overwhelmed with so much things to do, I tend to reevaluate my mindset and prioritize what is important. :D Hope you find time to rest.

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  10. aaww.. Pacopy.. :) I want to share this to everyone.. :)

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