Good morning, everybody!
In this world, there is one thing that is very fair to everybody, whether you are a male or female, young or old, rich or poor. Does anybody know what it is called?
Right. It is time. The topic I am going to present to you today is called Treasure Every Minute.
To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.
Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with.
And remember that time waits for no one. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present!! The clock is running. Make the most of today.
Good luck, everybody!
Time, was a strange thing, it makes all sickness and death. When there is something born of time, from that moment the beginning of time has passed. How to we do? We can only seize the opportunity to seize life, to do the masters of their own destiny.
I have thought about a problem, what is time? I think that time is of the mind in life when the runway, and it is responsible for the completion of a mission of a subdivision.
Can not recover the past, the past is a good time regardless, or painful and have to stay in our memory, our experience has enriched and matured our thinking. Occasionally, the memories, can regulate our emotions, purify our hearts. Has been really obsessed with old things is not desirable because it is more important now.
I read a Soviet writer Nicholas? Alec? Ostrovsky's book How to Make Steel, I was moved to this section of the article so that impressed me: Life belongs to the people only once. one's life should be spent this way: when he look back, he does not regret the years wasted, not because of the shame . Thus, in death, he will be able to say : 'I own a whole life and energies are dedicated to the world's most magnificent cause - the cause of humanity andthe struggle of liberation. Yes ah life time were more valuable it, especially the juvenile time. From now on, I have to cherish.
I've heard such a story: The pressure in the rubble and stones following a grass, it is a longing for the sun to reach it the will of Health, no matter how heavy stones above, between the rocks and stones How to narrow the gap, it always twists and turns, the tough and up through to the ground. Its root to the soil under the long shoots to the ground it stands, this is an irresistible force of life, to prevent its stones were thrown to the. Xiaocaohu a vitality so great that people can not help but sigh.
Yes ah, life will be like this, like the grass, no matter what circumstances, are making progress will never bow, the only way of life is the best, the most meaningful. Time is of the essence, time is gone forever, and we must treasure this good time, study hard, grow up, the effectiveness of the motherland. It is also the so-called one inch by one inch gold time, gold-inch inch time. Let us cherish the time with it!
my brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sisters bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. this, he said, is not a slip. this is lingerie. he discarded the tissue and handed me the slip.
it was exquisite, silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. the price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached.
jan bought this the first time we went to new york, at least 8 or 9 years ago. she never wore it. she was saving it for a special occasion.
well, i guess this is the occasion.
he took the slip from me and put it on the bed, with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. his hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me, dont ever save anything for a special occasion. every day you re alive is a special occasion.
i remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when i helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. i thought about them on the plane returning to california from the midwestern town where my sisters family lives. i thought about all the things that she hadnt seen or heard or done. i thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special.
im still thinking about his words, and theyve changed the weeds in the garden. im spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savour, not endure. im trying to recognize these moment now and cherish them.
im not saving anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special. event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom i wear my good blazer to the market if i feel like it. my theory is if i look prosperous, i can shell out $28. 49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. im not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party going friends.
someday and one of these days are losing their grip on my vocabulary. if its worth seeing or hearing or doing, i want to see and hear and do it now. im not sure what my sister wouldve done had she know that she wouldnt be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted.
i think she would have called family members and a few close friends. she might have called a few former friends to apologize, and mend fences for past squabbles. i like to think she would have gone out for a chinese dinner, her favorite food. im guessing. ill never know.
its those little things left undone that would make me angry if i knew that my hours were limited. angry because i put off seeing good friends whom i was going to get in touch with someday. angry because i hadnt written certain letters that i intended to write one of these days. angry and sorry that i didnt tell my husband and daughter often enough how much i truly love them.
im trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. and every morning when i open my eyes, i tell myself that every day, every minute, every breath truly, is... a gift from god.