Thursday, October 20, 2005
Thursday Oct. 20, 2005 - Year 3, Day 213 – dashing
4C / 39F, calm & too nice for snow that was predicted; refreshing !
last night’s toastmasters meeting was great fun –as usual – people continue to amuse & amaze; HB made reference to Beatrix’s favorite poem sent before for the benefit of our musing community; ‘The Dash’ . . which is always worth reprinting for the benefit of those who have not seen it before – or re-reading for those who’ve seen it before;
I'M GLAD YOU ARE IN MY DASH---
I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend He referred to the dates on his tombstone From the beginning...to the end. He noted that first came his date of birth And spoke the following date with tears, But she said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years. (1924-1998)
For that dash represents all the time That he spent alive on earth... And now only those who loved him Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own; The cars...the house...the cash, What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard... Are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left, That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough To consider what's true and real, And always try to understand The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger, And show appreciation more And love the people in our lives Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect, And more often wear a smile.. Remembering that this special dash May last only a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read With your life's actions to rehash... Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent your dash?
If you have received this, it means that you are truly special to the one who sent this to you.
I am glad that you're a part of my dash.
I have an early breakfast function to attend & a full day ahead . . gotta DASH !
Mark
last night’s toastmasters meeting was great fun –as usual – people continue to amuse & amaze; HB made reference to Beatrix’s favorite poem sent before for the benefit of our musing community; ‘The Dash’ . . which is always worth reprinting for the benefit of those who have not seen it before – or re-reading for those who’ve seen it before;
I'M GLAD YOU ARE IN MY DASH---
I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend He referred to the dates on his tombstone From the beginning...to the end. He noted that first came his date of birth And spoke the following date with tears, But she said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years. (1924-1998)
For that dash represents all the time That he spent alive on earth... And now only those who loved him Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own; The cars...the house...the cash, What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard... Are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left, That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough To consider what's true and real, And always try to understand The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger, And show appreciation more And love the people in our lives Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect, And more often wear a smile.. Remembering that this special dash May last only a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read With your life's actions to rehash... Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent your dash?
If you have received this, it means that you are truly special to the one who sent this to you.
I am glad that you're a part of my dash.
I have an early breakfast function to attend & a full day ahead . . gotta DASH !
Mark
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