Time, Precious Time
When I was a young boy of twelve, my father was diagnosed with leukemia. The doctors gave him six months. It was a feeling like being slugged in the head and thrown to the floor like a rag doll. I couldn't imagine how he felt. Six months. So we made every minute count.
In order to pound into my little head the
value of time he took me to see one of his all time favorite movies, "Gone With the Wind". An epic American movie about the Civil War. The primary reason he wanted me to see it was revealed in the opening scene. There it was. Planted in the front lawn of the huge Tara plantation was a marble slab. On that slab was etched the warning: Waste not time, for time is the stuff life is made of.
Seven months passed and he was gone. I thought I was going to die. I forgot all about the marble slab and the warning. Growing up was like hauling around an anchor chain. But I made it.
The Doctor's Office
A few years back I was waiting to see my doctor. And I waited and waited. By now I had waited forty minutes and was starting to fume.The marble slab with the powerful inscription came storming back into my consciousness. I jumped up,walked over to the receptionist and said, You can tell Dr Happysocks he has no right to steal forty minutes of my life, we are done. I walked out.
He called the next day to make nice. Now I wait five minutes.
The thing to remember here is that so many people don't realize they are stealing pieces of your life with sloppy service. Don't tolerate it. You can be nice. But you don't have to tolerate it.
How many minutes left?
A wise man showed me a trick he used when he found himself wasting time. He asked me how long I was going to live. Naturally I told him 120 years. Icy stare. He said let's take 85. Subtract current age-45. That leaves 40 years x365 days x1440 min/day = 21,024,000 minutes to blastoff.
Now if you update this monthly it might just set a fire under your britches. Just a thought.
I hope this helps in some small way.
Blessings to all of us,