I think we can all agree that we do not want to trust the cleanliness of used money paper bills because we are not certain of where it might have been or what it has gone through. But can’t we say the same for people. The more we age, the more history people have. When we meet someone new, do we know really know what they’ve done or where they have been? Scary…
“If you had an hour to live and could make just one phone call, who would it be to, what would you say … and why are you waiting?”
So I came across this book called “An Hour To Live, an Hour to Love” while I was at the library and I wanted to share.
By Richard Carlson, Kristine Carlson
Who Would You Call?
If I had an hour to live, I’ll tell you who I wouldn’t call. It wouldn’t be my stockbroker, my financial planner, my banker, or my CPA. Don’t get me wrong. They’re all great people, but the last thing on my mind would be how much money I had made during my lifetime or, for that matter, how much I had left. Things that once seemed important, like the rate of return on my investment portfolio or my current tax bracket, would seem entirely irrelevant. We spend so much of our lives collecting achievements and then identifying ourselves with them. Yet, with an hour to live, those achievements don’t seem very relevant. I wouldn’t be looking at my trophies. Likewise, I wouldn’t be checking in at the office to see what last-minute projects I might be able to check off my list! After all, my in box is always full. I wouldn’t be checking my voice mail, my pager, my e-mail, or my Palm Pilot. All the so-called emergencies would have to wait. I always wondered if the world would come to an end if I didn’t get to all these things. Imagining myself looking around, about ready to leave this place, I finally have my answer. The world looks as crazy as ever, but it’s clearly going to go on without me. I guess I was mistaken about the relative importance of my little corner. I think I may have taken myself a bit too seriously.
If I had an hour to live, I also wouldn’t be calling anyone who owed me any money, or anyone who had wronged me in any way during my lifetime. I wonder how much time I fretted away, over the years, thinking about that kind of stuff. It’s not worth one second’s thought. With the time I have left, I choose to allow my thoughts to rest in total peace, right here, right now in this precious moment. If I wanted to, I could convince myself that lots of people owe me favors, but, do you know what? This isn’t the time to think about it. I guess life isn’t about keeping track after all. As it turns out, it’s and be happy about it. In the end, it takes far less energy to give than it does to receive, and what’s more, giving provides its own source of joy. When you give something away, whether it’s your love, compassion, an idea, your energy, an insight, some money, a possession, creativity, passion, time, some kindness, or whatever else you have to offer, it feels really good and, in the end, that’s what it’s all about. I’ve never regretted an act of kindness, and I’ve never met a single person in my entire life who said to me, “I wish I had been less kind or less generous.”
dedicated to all the selfish people out there. Give now or forever hold your peace :D
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