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    Default I know this is sappy, but hey...

    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 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."

    _______________________________________________

    Happy Tuesday, everybody!!
    Stupid is forever, ignorance can be fixed.
    False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.
    Compassion is the basis of all morality.
    The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.
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    Quote Originally Posted by racefan8
    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 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."

    _______________________________________________

    Happy Tuesday, everybody!!
    Happy Tuesday to you, thanks for the story.
    "My son, ask for thee another kingdom...for that which I leave is too small for thee"- King Phillip of Macedonia to Alexander the Great-339 B.C.

    4/1/85-We remember.....

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    Good story. Thanks for sharing!
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    Yes, this thread is sappy. But ya know what? It brought a smile to my face.

    Thanx for posting it.
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    Almost had me crying like a 7 yr old girl with a skinned knee.

    Thanks!
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    Tremendous story! Right now we are going through a bit of an issue in my family with regards to my Grandfather. Family members are starting to screen their phone calls and not answer the door when the door bell rings in case it is him. I asked my mom why she does this. She told my that when my Grandfather calls or drops by he rambles on and on and on for a couple of hours and he keeps telling the same stories over and over and over. I was furious and I sent an email to my parents and my uncles and aunts that are involved and pretty much blasted them. I told them not to worry though. I said, "He's 89 and will be dead soon. You will all be able to stop screening your phone calls and start answering your door again before you know it!" As for my mother I told her that I have always learned from her. She was always a great teacher. "Mom, when should I start screening my calls to make sure it isn't you?" I made my point.
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    Wow... after the day I had today... I needed that!

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    The way reality should be. Great story!
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    Great story thanks for posting.
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    Quote Originally Posted by jetguy5150
    Tremendous story! Right now we are going through a bit of an issue in my family with regards to my Grandfather. Family members are starting to screen their phone calls and not answer the door when the door bell rings in case it is him. I asked my mom why she does this. She told my that when my Grandfather calls or drops by he rambles on and on and on for a couple of hours and he keeps telling the same stories over and over and over. I was furious and I sent an email to my parents and my uncles and aunts that are involved and pretty much blasted them. I told them not to worry though. I said, "He's 89 and will be dead soon. You will all be able to stop screening your phone calls and start answering your door again before you know it!" As for my mother I told her that I have always learned from her. She was always a great teacher. "Mom, when should I start screening my calls to make sure it isn't you?" I made my point.
    Good thing that you brought your family in line about that. If you don't have family, who do ya have, right?

    I had a similar thing this summer. My 102 yr old grandfather had to stay with me for 24 hours while my dad and his wife attended a funeral. He cannot be left on his own, but really has no special needs except a soft diet (amazing!). My siblings razzed me about agreeing to the task. I mean, he's 102 - he could go at any time. That's all they cared about - "what if he dies in your house?"! It was actually an amazing 24 hours. (His short term memory is gone, but the long term is like yesterday to him.) He was born in 1903. He told me stories about being a 7 yr old on the ship from Europe and the passage to the New World. He told me of the struggles he and his family faced. He told me about the 1910's to like the 1980's, about his thoughts on the Titanic, the world wars, the Depression, everything. He was literally Forrest Gump. He lived near the Ford HQ in Michigan, and as a kid, actually hitched a ride from Henry himself. He pulled his money out of the bank for a vacation, with the sheer luck that it was the day before the stock market crash - didn't lose a dime! Tons of incredible stories. I am grateful as hell for those 24 hours with him, because a week later he suffered a small stroke. He's still with us, but hopefully (for his sake - he's tired!!) he'll go soon.
    My kids an I enjoyed the time with him, and my siblings missed out. So this email really touched me. Glad y'all thought so, too!
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    Thanks so much for sharing this story. It started to get me misty eyed. My grandmother passed away last month, 7/11 and I always loved to hear her stories about being a girl, her sisters, when my Dad was young, the depression, the II war, etc. We should really appreciate our elders because they are our history that no book can compare too.

 

 

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