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A perfect read for this Stress Month !
Demands of Modern world ...
It
had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, 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 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 decorative 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,"
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