To every young man time is a factor of success! But many had never taken a break to know how they spend this time and who they spend it with!
It had been some time since Jack had seen the Old Man. College, Girls, Career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack was always conscious of time in pursuit of his dreams. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his Mother which his father was Late.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Harry( The Old Man) died last night.
The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind as he paused reminiscing his childhood days. Jack, did you hear me? Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago, Jack said. Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing.
I loved that old house he lived in, Jack said. Jack! after your father died, Mr. Harry made sure you had a man's influence in your life, she said. He's the one who taught me carpentry, jack said. I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I'll be there for the funeral, Jack replied.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time, the Old Man was a neighbor next door back then . Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture. Jack stopped suddenly, What's wrong, Jack? his Mom asked. The box is gone, he said. What box? Mom asked. There was A Small Golden Box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was "the thing he valued most" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Harry's family had taken it. Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him. I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home.
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Harry died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main Post Office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Park Harry"
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Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the Golden box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful Golden pocket watch. He unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: Jack Thanks for your time! Park Harry. The thing he valued most...was...My Time. Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. Why? Janet, his assistant asked. I need some time to spend with my Mom, he said.
Oh, by the way, Janet! Thanks for your time! and also Thanks for sparing your time here, you can subscribe to this messages help us reach to others by sharing this article.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the Old Man. College, Girls, Career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack was always conscious of time in pursuit of his dreams. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his Mother which his father was Late.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Harry( The Old Man) died last night.
The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind as he paused reminiscing his childhood days. Jack, did you hear me? Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago, Jack said. Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing.
I loved that old house he lived in, Jack said. Jack! after your father died, Mr. Harry made sure you had a man's influence in your life, she said. He's the one who taught me carpentry, jack said. I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I'll be there for the funeral, Jack replied.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time, the Old Man was a neighbor next door back then . Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture. Jack stopped suddenly, What's wrong, Jack? his Mom asked. The box is gone, he said. What box? Mom asked. There was A Small Golden Box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was "the thing he valued most" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Harry's family had taken it. Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him. I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home.
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Harry died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main Post Office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Park Harry"
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Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the Golden box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful Golden pocket watch. He unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: Jack Thanks for your time! Park Harry. The thing he valued most...was...My Time. Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. Why? Janet, his assistant asked. I need some time to spend with my Mom, he said.
Oh, by the way, Janet! Thanks for your time! and also Thanks for sparing your time here, you can subscribe to this messages help us reach to others by sharing this article.
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