Something To Think About!

Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest:

Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400.00 in your private account for your use. However, this prize has rules, just as any game has certain rules.





The first set of rules would be:

Everything that you didn't spend during each day would be taken away from you. You may not simply transfer money into some other account. You may only spend it. Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another $86,400.00 for that day.



The second set of rules:

The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, "Its over, the game is over!" It can close the account and you will not receive a new one.



What would you personally do? You would buy anything and everything you wanted, right? Not only for yourself, but for all the people you love, right? Even for people you don't know, because you couldn't possibly spend it all on yourself, right? You would try to spend every cent, and use it all, right?

ACTUALLY, this GAME is REALITY!





Each of us is in possession of such a magical bank. We just can't seem to see it. The MAGICAL BANK is TIME!





Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life, and when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited to us. What we haven't lived up that day is forever lost. Yesterday is forever gone.





Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time....WITHOUT WARNING.





SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds?





Aren't they worth so much more than the same amount in dollars? Think about that, and always think of this: Enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think.





So take care of yourself, be Happy, Love Deeply and enjoy life!





Here's wishing you a wonderfully beautiful day!!!

Forwarded ...Soul to Sole

Shoes in church

I showered and shaved
I adjusted my tie.
I got there and sat
In a pew just in time.

Bowing my head in prayer
As I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me
Touching my own I sighed.

With plenty of room on either side
I thought, 'Why must our soles touch?'
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine
But it didn't bother him much.

A prayer began: 'Our Father'
I thought, 'This man with the shoes, has no pride.
They're dusty, worn, and scratched.
Even worse, there are holes on the side!'

'Thank You for blessings,' the prayer went on.
The shoe man said a quiet 'Amen.'
I tried to focus on the prayer
But my thoughts were on his shoes again.

Aren't we supposed to look our best.
When walking through that door?
'Well, this certainly isn't it,' I thought,
Glancing toward the floor.

Then the prayer was ended
And the songs of praise began...
The shoe man was certainly loud
Sounding proud as he sang.

His voice lifted the rafters
His hands were raised high.
The Lord could surely hear
The shoe man's voice from the sky.

It was time for the offering
And what I threw in was steep.
I watched as the shoe man reached
Into his pockets so deep...

I saw what was pulled out
What the shoe man put in...
Then I heard a soft 'clink'
As when silver hits tin.

The sermon really bored me
To tears, and that's no lie.
It was the same for the shoe man
For tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service
As is the custom here.
We must greet new visitors,
And show them all good cheer.

But I felt moved somehow
And wanted to meet the shoe man...
So after the closing prayer
I reached over and shook his hand.

He was old and his skin was dark
And his hair was truly a mess.
But I thanked him for coming
For being our guest.

He said, 'My name’s Charlie
I'm glad to meet you, my friend.'
There were tears in his eyes
But he had a large, wide grin.

'Let me explain,' he said
Wiping tears from his eyes.
'I've been coming here for months
And you're the first to say 'Hi...''

'I know that my appearance
'Is not like all the rest.
'But I really do try
'To always look my best.'

'I always clean and polish my shoes
'Before my very long walk...
'But by the time I get here
'They're dirty and dusty, like chalk.'

My heart filled with pain
And I swallowed to hide my tears.
As he continued to apologize
For daring to sit so near

He said, 'When I get here
'I know I must look a sight
'But I thought if I could touch you
'Then maybe our souls might unite.'

I was silent for a moment
Knowing whatever was said
Would pale in comparison
I spoke from my heart, not my head.

'Oh, you've touched me,' I said
'And taught me, in part;
'That the best of any man
'Is what is found in his heart.'

The rest, I thought,
This shoe man will never know.
Like just how thankful I really am
That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.

thanks linda...