Monday, September 15, 2014

Spare a little time for a friend?

De: Cliff Dochterman [mailto:cliffdochterman@comcast.net]
Enviado el: sábado, 13 de octubre de 2012 01:16 p.m.
Para: Frank Devlyn
Asunto: Re: RV: Too Busy to be a Friend


Dear Frank:  Thank you very much for sending this message.  I did read it a
few years ago, but it is good to see it again and realize how many times we
overlook a chance to express our heartfelt feelings to those who have made a
difference in our lives.  We often think that there will always be a “better
time to say those things.” But sadly, the days and years pass – and then it
becomes too late.  I will be passing the message along to some friends who
have been important in my life.  And you are certainly one of them.
Thanks for being a friend.  You have touched many lives and brought
happiness wherever you go.  That is a treasure.
Warm regards,
Cliff


I know, you've probably read this thought before but I think it's worth a
second reading Regards from your Amigo in Mexico City,

Frank Devlyn


Too Busy for a Friend.....

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students
in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of
their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as
the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate
sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that
individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire
class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant
anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most
of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they
discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The
exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with
themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his
teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a
serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took
a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to
her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he
said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a
luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak
with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his
pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might
recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper
that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.. The teacher
knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed
all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him..

'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see,
Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled
rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of
my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her
wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this
with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she
continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and
for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will
end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be..

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and
important. Tell them, before it is too late.

And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not
send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do
something nice and beautiful.

If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means
there is probably at least someone for whom you care.

If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this
message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little
thing that would make a difference in your relationships?

The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out
to those you care about.

Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes
back into your own.
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