Here  is another wonderful inspirational thought and considering the hectic lifestyle many of us live today, it is worth a read and a long hard thought….

“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 moments that take our breath away.”

- Unknown -