THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME

A young man learns what’s most important in life from an old
friend.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College,
girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved
right across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the
rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past
and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working
on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night.
The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like
an old movie as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I
thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years
ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you
were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his
side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to
make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry, I wouldn’t be in this
business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me
things he thought were important. Mom, I’ll be there for the
funeral,” Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack
caught the next flight to his hometown.

Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children
of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by
to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the
doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into
another dimension, a leap through time and space, the house was
exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every
picture, every piece of furniture. . . .

Jack stopped suddenly. “What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box?” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk.

I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d
ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,'” Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack
remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the
Belser family had taken it. “Now I’ll never know what was so
valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an
early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home
from work one day Jack discovered a note in his letter box.
“Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by
the post office within the next three days,” the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was
old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The
handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught
his attention. “Mr. Harold Belser” it read. Jack took the box
out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the
gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note
inside.

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was
taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes,
Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful
gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely
etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words
engraved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser”
“The thing he valued most was MY time”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and
cleared his appointments for the next two days. “Why?” Janet, his
assistant asked.

“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said. “Oh, by the way,
Janet, thanks for your time!”

Who wrote this?
I do not know, but I am really glad he/she did!

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the
moments that take our breath away.

It’s hundred percent true.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or
even touched, they must be felt with the heart.

Time can not be touched, seen or felt. Though it is there . .
ticking away every second of our lives. Be Ruled by Time, the
Wisest Counsellor of All.

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Barry Blomkamp Nd. Bsc (UL)
Professional Public Speaker, Trainer and Corporate Entertainer,
Motivational speaker, Guest & Key note speaker, Seminar &
Conference speaker, Team Builder, Comedian, Master of Ceremonies,

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