Not feeling so spry today with my wonkie head and am as I often do, copying and posting a wonderful email I received. The message is so clear and so important. I am not sure of the origins of the message or I would certainly give due credit.
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 garage 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 whomever he was talking with something about “a thousand marbles.” I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say.
“Well, Tom, 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. It’s too bad you missed your daughter’s “dance recital” he continued. “Let me tell you something that has helped me keep 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, Tom, 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 round up 1000 marbles I took them home and put them inside 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’s 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 lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that 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 Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band This is a 75 Year old Man, , clear and going , good morning!”
You could have heard a pin drop on the band 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. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we’re out? I need to buy some marbles.
This is a wonderful story, I love it Thank you sooo much Bill,,it so happens that just this past month we past the six month mark,,thats how long they gave my Jim back on June 16th 20012,every day i wake up and can enjoy his face it’s a Marble to me,,feel better my friend.:)
TThis is just wonderful news. I am just so very happy for you both. How is he doing? How are you doing? Your message has just made my day.
Please stay in touch. Many prayers go out to yo both.
You are in my heart, thoughts and prayers
Oh, Dorothy–what a wondrous gift to be given! I’m so glad for you and yours. I hope for continued blessings.
*sending prayers and positive thoughts*
This was a very nice little story and I enjoyed it very much! Thanks for posting it.God Bless.
This one left me with a tight throat and a smile. What a lovely story to pass on. And it’s true–the gift of time is something we so very often take for granted.
Yaknow, I read your “About Me” and celebrate that we’re still here, getting to exchange thoughts and feelings. I know some of that’s about a wonderful team of physicians–I also believe it’s about you and your Maker as well. And I’m grateful. It’s amazing that we’re still getting to be a part of each other’s lives. I think a marble or two are in order! 🙂
Mel,you have it so right, yes I do have a wonderful team of doctors and I give thanks to each and everyone. In the big picture I have given thousands of thank you’s to our Heavenly Father and continue to do so every day. I have been blessed with this extra time. Through prayer I have placed myself in God’s hands asking that His will be done with my life. According to my will I will be here for a long time but accept that it is not my will that is most important here,.