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Importance Of Time

(dont know who wrote this, just found it on the internet )

Importance of Time

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack had moved across the country in pursuit of his dreams.

In the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to spend with his wife and son andeven less time to think about the past. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Then one day his mother phoned, "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, I thought he must have 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. With his heart racing and tears filled 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.

These words were engraved inside;

"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."

"The thing he valued most...was...my time.






Orangetas Orangetas 51-55, F 14 Responses Sep 18, 2012

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It's such a wonderful piece. In this materialistic world, where everybody is consumed with improving the standard of living, we tend to overlook the importance of being there for one another, lending a sympathetic ear etc.

Hope we learn something from your story!

Lovely story:)

Beautiful,food for thoughts! And I loved the pictures as well,is this your dog? Take care.

No but one I walk twice a day :)

Lovely story.

Are those your photos?

The first, not the second :)

Great shot...This is your puppy who passed away, isn't it?

Oh no. He was a border collie :)

That's a very, very touching story Tas.

Yeah, dont know if its true .. but certainly would be true for me and most folk .. we value loved ones time the most.

beautiful story!!

Hi papri, thanks for reading :)

wondeful story! good reminder to all of us that time is just too preacious and we have to use it wisely :)

Yes, with those we love the most :)

yeah..i hate it when my family is away.thats when you realise how amazing they really are.

Awwwwe this is a delightful post Ta's! Thanks for sharing this.

Hi Hilly, good to see ya :)

I like this, wish it could have circulated years earlier. Some lessons are learned the hard way. Also reminds me of that old Harry Chapin song.

A big thank you for sharing this.

I love this story. Thanks for sharing!

there was more to it .. from then on he spends more time with his wife and kids .. but I think it hits harder ending it when he gets the box :)

This is a great story. Thank you
I had enjoy reading it. I have a long shift at work today. The other person can't make it. I start at 9am.

Thats bad luck .. I hate doing long shifts :(

Yep...I went to bed past 8 p.m. last night. Now I am feeling well rested.

Oh thats good :)

Yep... I am going to share a blogthings quiz results.

: )

I am done posting it. Group I wtk what is your famous movie kiss you are. I think that is the right title.

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Life is just a precious minute.................... http://youtu.be/F8gejqmgELA

I have been looking for the Toby band .. you try and confuse me on purpose!

Sometimes the simplest and least expensive gift is the most valuable.

Yes, there is a very difficult family situation going on with me right now. And the sadness is how the person has spent most of her time. Sad to me but her choice :(

Choices are sooo important. Too many people make poor choices and become a liability to themselves and the rest of us if we have to carry them financially.

Yep :(