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KingOfPain
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Dear Bertha, I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries... I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary; if it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to seeand hear and do it now. I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was. I'm guessing; I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God. I don't believe in miracles. I rely on them "People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there." Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance. (Author Unknown)
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We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter. - Denis Diderot Real friendship is shown in times of trouble; prosperity is full of friends. - Euripides
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Kevin_M
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Re: A Letter
« Reply #1 on: Mar 3rd, 2004, 10:49pm » |
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Good post. It reminds us in many ways. Say, ya know, somebody around here posts with the tag "Regrets are the cancer of life". Someone does but...they are just not coming to mind. Oh, never mind, I must have just imagined it. They must have just come and gone with just a couple posts. Kevin M
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Cathi04
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Re: A Letter
« Reply #2 on: Mar 4th, 2004, 12:04am » |
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KOP....a pearl! Absolutely! Thank you for yet another reminder of the quality of life, and for being who you are..someone who values the good things in life. Cathi
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.
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Thanks KOP
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Belle
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Re: A Letter
« Reply #4 on: Mar 4th, 2004, 5:20pm » |
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Wow! I am in awe. It is a great reminder in how we should live our lives. I know that I have a loving family and that I have instilled in them to treat others as if everyday with them counts. You never know if this will be that last time you ever see them. We are lucky that we each have two families, the ones at home and the ones here at ch.com. Thanks KOP, Belle
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Take the time to stop and smell the roses!
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