This is one of those email messages
that does the rounds inviting you to pass it on to your friends.
The message in this one is well worth the time in quietly
reading it though...
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
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr Belser died
last night, the funeral is Wednesday."
flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly
remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh sorry, Mum. 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," Mum 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,"
"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...Mum, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack
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 Mum
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 Mum asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box?" Mum 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,'"
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
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.
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,"
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
At least 2 people in this world love you so much they
would die for you.
At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even
if they don't like you.
Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go
You mean the world to someone.
If not for you, someone may not be living.
You are special and unique.
When you think you have no chance of getting what you
want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God
to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later,
you will get it or something better.
When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good
can still come from it.
When you think the world has turned its back on you,
take a look: you most likely turned your back on the
Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.
Always remember the compliments you received. Forget
about the rude remarks.
Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will
feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.
If you have a great friend, take the time to let them
know that they are great.
Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you
do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might
change their perspective on life ... for the better.
To everyone I sent this to "Thanks for your time"
Apologies to the person who must have originally
composed this for the lack of acknowledgement. Thanks for