Once upon a time, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for using up the
family's only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight, and he
became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had pasted
the gold paper so as to decorate a shoebox to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement,
brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!"
As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier
But when he opened it, he found it was empty and again his anger flared.
"Don't you know, young lady,” he said harshly, “when you give someone a present
there's supposed to be something inside the package!"
The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and said:
"Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full."
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his
precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told
that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his
life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the
box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child
who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an
invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our
children, family, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves
on a long trip that spans the continent. We are travelling by train. Out the
windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children
waving on a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring
from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys,
of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.
But the uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day
at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and
flags waving. Once we reach there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and
the pieces of our lives will be fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How
restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes loitering, waiting, waiting,
waiting for the station.
"When we reach the station, that will be it", we cry. "When I'm 18", "When
I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz", "When I put my last kid through collage",
"When I have paid off the mortgage", "When I get a promotion", "When I reach the
age of the retirement, I shall live happily ever after."
Sooner or later, we must realize that there is no station, no one place to
arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is
only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.
"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled withe the
Psalm 118:24:"This is the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be
glad in it." It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets
over yesterday and the fear of tommorrow. Reget and fear are twin thieves who
rob us of today.
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more
mountains, eat more icecreams, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch
more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. Then
the station will come soon enough.
One spring I went a walking tour in the country. It was a glorious spring.
Not the sort of spring they give us in these miserable times, under this
shameless government -a mixture of east wind ，blizzard, snow, rain, fog, frost,
hail, sleet and thunder-storms, but a sunny, blue-skyed, joyous spring, such as
we used to have regularly every year when I was a young man, and things were
It was an exceptionally beautiful spring, even for those golden days; and
as I wandered through the waking land, and saw the dawning of the coming green,
and watched the blush upon the hawthorn hedge , deepening each day beneath the
kisses of the sun, and looked up at the proud old mother trees, dandling their
numerous baby buds upon their strong fond arms holding them high for the soft
west wind to caress as he passed laughing by, and marked the primrose yellow
creep across the carpet of the woods, and saw the new flush of the field and saw
the new light on the hills, and heard the new-found gladness of the birds, and
heard from wood and farm and meadow the timid callings of the little new-born
things, wondering to find themselves alive, and smelt the freshness of the
earth, and felt the promise in the air, and felt a strong hand in the wind, my
spirit rose within me.
Spring had come to me also, and stirred me with a strange new life, with a
strange new hope. I, too, was part of nature, and it was spring! Tender leaves
and blossoms were unfolding from my heart. Bright flowers of love and gratitude
were opening round its roots. I felt new strength in all my limbs. New blood was
running through my veins. Nobler thoughts and nobler longings were throbbing
through my brain. As I walked, nature came and talked beside me, and showed me
the world and myself, and the ways of God seemed clearer.
There are young men who do not work, but the world is not proud of them. It
does not knowtheir names, even it simply speaks of them as “old So-and-So’s
boy”. Nobody likes them; thegreat, busy world doesn’t know that they are there.
So find out what you want to be and do,and take off your coat and make a dust in
the world. The busier you are, the less harm you willbe apt to get into, the
sweeter will be your sleep, the brighter and happier your holidays, andthe
better satisfied will the world be with you.
The Counting Rule of Age
At the age of 79, the inventor Adison announced with pound and humor: ―I am
135 years old.
Seemingly, at the age of 40, the popular queen Madana declared surprised
that actually 35 years old might be more reasonable to her then.
Why Adison thought he was 135 years old but not 79? This is because he
accumulated the double working time than normal people: from 16-year-old to
60-year-old, Adison usually worked 18~20 hours every day. At some key point, he
might worked all day and all night long without thinking of food and rest for
several days in a row.; after 60 years old, he was suggested to decrease his
work, but he insisted to work 16 hours every day; after his 80 years old, he
still went to his lab punctuately and worked all day with another three to five
hours‘ reading after going home. The time that Adison accounted and treasured,
if counted as the time scheme that normal people, his lifespan has undoubtedly
doubled. Therefore, his age was not 79 but 135.
Why Mdana held that she should be aged 35 but not 40? This is because she
thought that sometime was be wasted in her life and of course should eliminated:
the marriage time with her pre-husband was wasted in quarrels. This should be
cut one year; the time she turned her back to her friend for something. This
should reduce two years; she once been a actress in a nonsense film for a
worthless year. This should delete one year; she was spotted with enormous love
affairs should be cut; in this way, she totally lost five years and from the age
of 40 t 35. The counting rule of age, add the treasure time and reduce the
wasteful; accumulate the meaningful and worthy years, while cut the meaningless
and worthless moment. Good at counting rules, you can carding and check your
past in a wise way; good at counting rules, you can arrange yourself and make a
plan for your future in a proper road.
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