Dear Friend,>>Please take your time and read this till the end....>>>A young man learns what's most important in life from the wise man next>door.>>>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 clear 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>newsreel 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," he said. "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 space and>time.>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 mailbox.>"Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the>main 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!">>"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the>moment that take our breath away,">Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.>>1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.>2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.>3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like>you.>4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.>5. You mean the world to someone.>6. If not for you, someone may not be living.>7. You are special and unique.>8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably> won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His>time,> sooner or later, you will get it or something better.>9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come>from it.>>10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look:> you most likely turned your back on the world.>11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.>12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude>remarks.>13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better>when> they know and you'll both be happy.>14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they >are>great.>>Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will>certainly brighten>>someone's day and might change their perspective on life...for the better.>>To everyone who read this fully, for my sake....>"Thanks for your time">>Real people. Real questions. Real answers. Share what you know.>
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