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DO WE LIVE OUR LIVES OR DO WE ALLOW OUR LIVES TO LIVE US?

Some important thoughts for our too-busy selves 

forgetting to live our lives as we race through it.

Wise humans- philosophers and old wives- have been telling us since the beginning of recorded history: CARPE DIEM… Seize the Day… Stop and smell the roses. Take time for what matters, not matter about what takes time.

Following is the only chain letter I've ever received that I ever read without deleting. It was so helpful, I'm sharing it with you. The story is by an anonymous (as far as I know) author. I hope you find it strikes a chord with you as well.


 A Sister’s Story:

My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip.  This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite: silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached.

"Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion.  Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician.

His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion."

I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives.  I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special.  

I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life.  I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in the office. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom.  I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it.

My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party going friends. 

"Someday" and  "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now.  

I'm not sure what my sister would've done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing. I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited.  Angry because I put off seeing good friends someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. Every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that every day, every minute, every breath truly is... a gift from God.

If you've received this it is because someone cares for you. If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it would take right now to forward this to ten people, would it be the first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationship.

Take a few minutes to send this to a few people you care about, just to let them know that you're thinking of them. May love litter your life with blessings. 

 The Value of Time: 

To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the plane home.

To realize the value of ONE-SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.

To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who lost out on the gold medal in the Olympics by this amount.

 Treasure every moment that you have!

Yesterday is history.

Tomorrow is mystery.

Today is a gift.

That's why it's called the present!!

Show your friends how much you care...  Send this to everyone you consider A FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of Friends.

Signed, 

An Anonymous Friend

E-mail me @mjb@webpractices.comPlease send your suggestions for inspirational items to me at mjb@webpractices.com.