Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Wisely spending our time


A special thank you to my wonderful cousin Gloria. Gloria you always seem to be able to find those special messages that hit close to home for me. I thank you.

Another of Gloria’s special emails:


A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: ‘Daddy, may I ask you a question?’

DAD: ‘Yeah sure, what it is?’ replied the man.

SON: ‘Daddy, how much do you make an hour?’

DAD: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’ the man said angrily.

SON: ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?’

DAD: ‘If you must know, I make $50 an hour.’

SON: ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: ‘Daddy, may I please borrow $25?’

The father was furious, ‘If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don’t work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.’

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn’t ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

‘Are you asleep, son?’ He asked.

‘No daddy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy.

‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier’ said the man. ‘It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $25 you asked for.’

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you daddy!’ he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

‘Why do you want more money if you already have some?’ the father grumbled.

‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied.

‘Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.’

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.


It’s just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love.

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

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8 Responses to Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Wisely spending our time

  1. Erik Mather says:

    Dear Bill,

    Thank you for your journal. I am linking it to my blog so that through it we will be virtual companions. In many ways, your journal entries articulate the message of haiku poetry which attempts to “say something without saying it.” Japanese culture has a tradition of writing a farewell poem to life. These poems, called jisei, are, in my opinion, mistranslated into English as “death poems.” Here’s one from a poet named Sunao (1887-1926)* that is a harsher but shorter statement of the message contained in your post of today.

    Spitting blood
    clears up reality
    and dreams alike

    Your friend,
    Erik Mather
    suchisretirement.blogspot.com

  2. Norma says:

    Our time here is so precious. I am so sorry to hear of your situation, but thank you so much for sharing. What a generous thing for you to do at this time. God’s Blessing’s to you.

  3. Mel says:

    What a sad thing when we sacrifice our children.

    (((((((((( Bill )))))))))))))

    I hope for this to find you feeling well.

  4. Ally says:

    Hey Bill I like that one!!I hope you are feeling okay! I still think of you often.

  5. Judy says:

    Hi
    I just come upon your journal and wondered what was happening with you. I haven’t read all of them and don’t know when you even begone this journey. But, having had lung cancer I’m very interested in your journal. I read your from Canada and your English and Irish, me too. My great grandfather came over from Ireland and my grandmother side came from England.
    I hope whatever is wrong with you, that God will reach down his hand of mercy and touch you, in a way that you have never been touched before. I know this is possible because it happened to me.
    Your will be in my prayers

    Hi Judy, I thank you prayers are always appreciated. I am sorry to hear of your cancer and you are in my prayers. We do seem to have a lot in common, ancestory and all. I hope to hear more from you.
    Oh, to answer your question. I have both heart failure and a brain tumor.
    Bill

  6. This is just awesome Bill, thanks for sharing, and as always, you are in my prayers!
    -Beth

  7. Ross Martin says:

    Dear Erik: Yes, we have had bug differences. But I wanted to tell you I’m so sorry you have the awful bug.
    I’ve lost a few mates to the bug and right now Alan Robbo has it too. [I think you’ve heard of Robbo??? — he is an awesome athlete, track scholarship to University of Southern Illinois, sub 4 minute miler [metric 1500metre equivalent] and the toughest bike rider [due to runner injuries]. He’ and his missus are Boyd’s God parents – as Toy and I are their eldest child Scottie.

    Boyd [our young bloke’s] father in law has it too.

    Now you know what?? That bloody bug is [to my mind] bloody stupid There are several people— you, Robbo, Boyd’s father-in-law Christoph . Now if the bug had any brains at all it would have picked a whole lot easier targets.

    Someone said to me:”You know what? In 90 years time almost EVERYONE here on Planet Earth will have gone, it is just a matter if when.
    JuST FORGOT— That is EXCEPT ME. I’m here for about another 150 years, just to continue my role as The World Champion SERIAL PEST.

    Good luck, digger. Keep up the good fight too.

    A lot of people [including me] are thinking of you.

    Cheers Big Ears

    Ross

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