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After putting in busy weeks at school, we are usually faced with playing catch up on the weekends. The following story tells us just how important Saturdays really are.
1000 Marbles
I enjoy Saturday morning. 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 backyard patio with a steaming cup of green tea in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned in to one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time.
I turned on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap meet. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. He was talking to someone about "a thousand marbles."
I was intrigued. "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. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital."
He continued, "Let me tell you something, Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities."
And that's when he began to explain his marble theory. "You see, I sat down one day and did a little math. The average person lives about 75 years. I know, some a little more and some a little less, but the average is about 75 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 lifetime. Now stick with me Tom, I'm getting to the important part.
"It took me until I was 55 years old to think about all this in clear detail. By that time I had lived through over 2800 Saturdays. I got to thinking about it, and if I lived to be 75, 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 going to three different 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 is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help you get your priorities straight.
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign off with you and take my lovely wife out to breakfast. 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, Tom. I hope you spend more time with your family. 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 something to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning. Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife with a kiss. "C'mon, honey, I'm taking you and the Grandkids to breakfast."
"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh, nothing special. It's just been a while since we spent a Saturday together with the Grandkids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles."
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND, AND MAY ALL YOUR SATURDAYS BE SPECIAL.
- Author Unknown
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