In the final analysis, what’s really important?

following was sent me via Email.  I’ve read it before but I think
today I’ll post it because it means so much more to me now.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? 

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? 

Do you run through each day on the fly?  When you ask “How are you?”  Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? 

Ever told your child, “We’ll do it tomorrow.” And in your haste, not see his sorrow? 

Ever lost touch?  Let a good friendship die?  Just call to say “Hi”?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift….Thrown away….

Life is not a race. Take it slower.  Hear the music before the song is over.

It’s National Friendship and FAMILY WEEK

Too many people put off something that
brings them joy just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t have
it on their schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to
depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all
those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful
night in an effort to cut back.  From then on, I’ve tried to be a
little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at
home because their husband didn’t suggest going out to dinner until
after something had been thawed?  Does the word “refrigeration”
mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ‘Jeopardy’ on television?

I cannot count the times I called my
sister and said, “How about going to lunch in a half hour?”  She
would gas up and stammer, “I can’t.  I have clothes on the line.
 My hair is dirty.  I wish I had known yesterday, I had a
late breakfast, It looks like rain.”  And my personal favorite:
“It’s Monday.”  She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because Americans cram so much into
their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.  We live on a
sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions
are perfect!

We’ll go back and visit the
grandparents when we get Kwasi toilet-trained. We’ll entertain when we
replace the living-room carpet. We’ll go on a second honeymoon when we
get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we
get older.  The days get shorter, and the list of promises to
ourselves gets longer.  One morning, we awaken, and all we have to
show for our lives is a litany of “I’m going to”, “I plan on”, and
“Someday, when things are settled down a bit”.

When anyone calls my ‘seize the
moment’ friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips.
 She keeps an open mind on new ideas.  Her enthusiasm for
life is contagious.  You talk with her for five minutes, and
you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip
an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in
10 years.  I love ice cream.  It’s just that I might as well
apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula

and eliminate the digestive process.  The other day, I stopped the
car and bought a triple-decker.  If my car had hit an iceberg on
the way home, I would have died happy.

Now…go on and have a nice day.
 Do something you WANT to……not something on your SHOULD DO
list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you
could make, who would you call and what would you say?  And why
are you waiting?

“Life may not be the party we hoped for…  but while we are here we might as well dance!”


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