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From: "Kim L Laver" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, April 21, 2006 2:05 PM
Subject: thankk you for your time



THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. ONCE YOU READ THIS YOU WILL UNDERSTAND!
> A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next
door.
> It 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 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 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.
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.
> 1.
>  At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for
you.
> 2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
> 3.
>  A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't
like 
> you.
> 4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
> 5. You mean the world to someone.
> 6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
> 7. You are special and unique.
> 8.
>  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.
> 9.
>  When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come 
> from it.
> 10.
>  When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you 
> most likely
> turned your back on the world.
> 11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
> 12.
>  Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude 
> remarks.
> 13
> . Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much
better 
> when they
> know and you'll both be happy
> .
> 14.
>  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
> "
>
>