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Thread: Do you have the time? Sweet story

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    Super Member Quiltforme's Avatar
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    A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy 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

    "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 moments
    that take our breath away,"

    Not sure if this was posted here but still hits home... Jade

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    Power Poster sueisallaboutquilts's Avatar
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    What a fabulous story!!!
    Thanks so much for the reminder, I can't wait to
    forward it to my fam and friends :)

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    Wonderful story and so true, thanks for taking the time to post.

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    Power Poster CarrieAnne's Avatar
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    Great story!

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    Thanks !

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    Power Poster dreamer2009's Avatar
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    Very Touching !!

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    Super Member C.Cal Quilt Girl's Avatar
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    Thanks for the reminder :) something to never forget!!

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    Super Member Qbee's Avatar
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    Thank you SO much for this.

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    Super Member CoventryUK's Avatar
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    Lovely story, Thanks for sharing!

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    Thanks for the story!

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