d3jake
C++ Programmer
- 9 Mar 2005
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I found this a while back and decided to share it:
This is a bit off topic and you may have seen it before, but it was new
to me and I thought I'd share it with you.
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 basement shack 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 whoever he was talking with something about "a thousand
marbles." I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say.
"Well, Eddie, 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. Too bad you missed your daughter's
dance recital." He continued, "Let me tell you something Eddie,
something that has helped me keep a good perspective on 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 Eddie, 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 roundup 1000 marbles. I took them
home and put them inside of 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 is nothing like watching your
time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take
my friend out to dinner. This morning, I took the very last marble out
of the container. I figure 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 Eddie, I hope you spend more time with your
family, and I hope to meet you again."
You could have heard a pin drop on the radio 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. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy
some marbles."
I hope your next Saturday is a great one!
Hope you enjoyed it!
This is a bit off topic and you may have seen it before, but it was new
to me and I thought I'd share it with you.
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 basement shack 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 whoever he was talking with something about "a thousand
marbles." I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say.
"Well, Eddie, 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. Too bad you missed your daughter's
dance recital." He continued, "Let me tell you something Eddie,
something that has helped me keep a good perspective on 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 Eddie, 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 roundup 1000 marbles. I took them
home and put them inside of 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 is nothing like watching your
time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take
my friend out to dinner. This morning, I took the very last marble out
of the container. I figure 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 Eddie, I hope you spend more time with your
family, and I hope to meet you again."
You could have heard a pin drop on the radio 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. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy
some marbles."
I hope your next Saturday is a great one!
Hope you enjoyed it!
