Subject: Never Let go of something good
TAKE HOLD OF EVERY MOMENT
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>A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk
>paper wrapped package:
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>"This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package."
>He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.
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>"She got this the first time we went to New York, 8 or 9 years ago. She has >never put it on. Was saving it for a special occasion.
>Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the gift box next
>to the other clothings he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had
just
>died. He turned to me and said:
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>"Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a
>special occasion".
>I still think those words changed my life.
>Now I read more and clean less.
>I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.
>I spend more time with my family, and less at work.
>I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to,
>not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses
every
>day. I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if i feel like it.
>I don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I
>want to. The words "Someday..." and "One Day..." are fading away from my
>dictionary. If it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen >or do it now. I don't know what my friend's wife would have done if she
knew
>she wouldn't be there the next morning, this nobody can tell. I think she
>might have called her relatives and closest friends.
>She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I'd like to
>think she would go out for Chinese, her favourite food. It's these small
>things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come.
>I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet,
>letters... letters that i wanted to write "One of this days".
>I would regret and feel sad, because I didn't say to my brothers and sons,
>not times enough at least, how much I love them.
>Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring
laughter
>and joy into our lives.
>And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day.
>Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.
>If you got this, it's because someone cares for you and because, probably,
>there's someone you care about.
>If you're too busy to send this out to other people and you say to yourself >that you will send it "One of these days", remember that "One day" is far
>away... or might never come...