Monday, January 21, 2008

3900



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This is an awesome read...

 

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work.  Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.

A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other.  What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to   time. Let me tell you about it:

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net.  Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business.  He was telling whom-ever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles." I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say

"Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much.  Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet.  It's too bad you missed your daughter's "dance recital" he continued  ;"Let me tell yo u something that has helped me keep my own priorities." And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."

"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic.  The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.

"Now then,  I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the number of  Saturdays that the  average person has in their entire lifetime. Now, stick with me, Tom, I'm getting to the important part.

It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail", he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays." "I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy.  So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had.  I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear."

"Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life.

There's nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight
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"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."

"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band.  This is a 75 Year old Man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"

You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.

Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast." "What brought this on?" she asked with a smile. "Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some ma rbles.

A friend sent this to me, so I to you, my friend.

And so, as one smart bear once said..."If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you." - Winnie the Pooh.

Pass this on to all of your FRIENDS, even if it means sending it to the person that sent it to you.

And if you receive this e-mail many times from many different people, it only means that you have many FRIENDS.

And if you get it but once, do not be discouraged for you will know that you have at least one good friend...

And that would be ME.

 




14 comments:

YesBut said...

Hi Alphonse

What a brilliant post - thanks

When he was young, my wife's uncle was told by a fortune-teller that he would die aged 68. He spent all his life believing that. She was correct!
Now the question is -did he worry himself into the grave?

If I live until 2nd February 2009, I'll have outlived my father.

Question, you buy your marbles, put them in a jar (I assume for you a large one). One day your child or grandchild asks for a marble - how many would you give?

alphonsedamoose said...

YesBut: Thank you, that was a mail sent to me by my oldest daughter.
I have another 24 years to go to try to outlive my father.
I would not need a really big jar. Only big enough to hold about 750 marbles.
As for Owen, I spoil him rotten and instead instead of throwing the marble away each week I would give it to him.
I would also tell him to count his blessings.

Bonita said...

Really a nice post, but I have to laugh. When I think of 'loosing my marbles' I shudder. Working in a dementia ward will do that to you!

alphonsedamoose said...

Bonita, I'm glad you enjoyed it.I hadn't thought of it in those terms but......
ROFL.

Lin said...

Awwwww, Moose, that was gorgeous, simply gorgeous. And at 75, I hope you live to go through another big bag of marbles with Owen.

alphonsedamoose said...

Lin: Thank you. I just had to pass it on to others. What a great way to think about life.
And I ope tat when I am 75 I can get a new big bag of marbles to spend with Owen.
Also hope , I still have my marbles. LOL

Anonymous said...

Hi Moose, I'm all behind in my reading. Will get caught up soon. Just wanted to say Hi and Owen is a little peach.

Hope Walls said...

Ya gots ta have marbles ta lose 'em...

I've read this allegory before, a few years back, but filed it under, "Nice way to look at it." Then promplty forgot about it.

It's a good one, definitely worth passing around again. Thanks for the reminder.

If I go to the toy store, I can get some marbles to count. Not sure if that'll compensate for the lack of the other kind of marbles...

alphonsedamoose said...

Hi Babzy: Yes he is a wee darling all right.

alphonsedamoose said...

Ticblog: Hi Hope, I think I lost all my marbles a long time ago. People keep asking me if I've lost my marbles.
Glad you enjoyed it again.

BRUNO said...

Neat post---even if I am a little overdue for a visit!

Guess I could apply the "marble-theory" to myself, but I'd either lose track of the days---or drop the whole jar, and scatter 'em to Lord only knows where....!

alphonsedamoose said...

Bruno: I thought it was pretty good. Now I just have to find a big enough jar to hold them all.

Catmoves said...

Dang it Moose. I've been told more than once I've lost my marbles. Now what kind of trouble am I in?

alphonsedamoose said...

Cat: I guess it means you don't have much time. Or you should go and buy more marbles and hope.