Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Marbles...

I'm never one to forward along emails about friendship or jokes or whatever...although I do get my share from friends. I don't mind getting them, I just never email them along. Anyway, a lot of the stuff out there is really just variations of the same thing, but this one in particular struck me. I thought you might enjoy it.

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings.Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.

A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it:

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whom-ever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles." I was intrigued and stopped tolisten to what he had to say.

"Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much.Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It's too bad you missed your daughter's "dance recital" he continued. "Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities."

And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles.""You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years."Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with3900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now,stick with me, Tom, I'm getting to the important part.It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail", he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays." "I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear."

"Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life.There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."

"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-offwith you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast.This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time.And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."

"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. This is a 75 Year old Man, K9NZQ,clear and going QRT, good morning!" You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast." "What brought this on?" she asked with asmile. "Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids.And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles."

5 comments:

andy gibson said...

While maybe nice, I just can't read it because I can't get by the fact there is a guy named Tom in it who is using a ham radio......

Kristen Borland said...

okay, i was going to say "nice story." but now i'm wondering what andy meant.... :)

Larissa said...

Andy Gibson! I hope you're kidding!
Seriously this is something that is so easy to forget. We need to take advantage of the moments we have now, because if I don't play peek-a-boo with Caedra now I'll miss my chance. She won't want to play peek-a-boo when she's 5. It also applies to having a spiritual conversation with a new friend, or a deeper moment with a sibling, or taking care of a world problem that might not be fixable 10 years from now. I'm anxious to get started!

andy gibson said...

My piece of crap ex-business partner was named Tom and he thought it was so cool because he had a ham radio license. Seriously. I can't get by it, once I made that connection, the poor story was ruined for me. So no Lara, I'm not kidding, but for other reasons than you would probably think. And yes, I should just get over it.

Brianna Heldt said...

Okay Gibsons, if we're talking about siezing the day...I'm still waiting for this most controversial, upcoming post from Andy!