Just Imagine. . . . There is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out ALL OF IT, of course!!!!
Each of us has such a bank, named TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours.
There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow." You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success! The clock is running so make the most of today.
To realize the value of :
ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.
ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.
ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
ONE MINUTE, ask a person who just missed the train.
ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.
ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in Olympics.
So treasure every moment that you have! Treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time. AND remember that TIME waits for no one.
Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery, and Today is a gift. That's why we call it present!!!
How much do you make an hour?
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.
Son: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
Daddy: "Yeah sure, what it is?"
Son: "Dad, how much do you make an hour?
Daddy: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" that man
said angrily.
Son: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"
Daddy: "If you must know, I make Rs. 500/- an hour."
"Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300/-?
The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march yourself to your room and go to bed. Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think. "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. 300/- and he really didn't ask for money very often!" The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door. "Are you asleep, son?" He asked.
"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.
"I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier," said the man, "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the Rs. 300/- you asked for."
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh thank you dad!" He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crumpled up bills. The man seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father. "Why do you want money if you already have some?" the father grumbled. "Because I did't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. "Daddy, I have Rs. 500/- now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you".
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY: It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. An unwise investment indeed !!!
Each of us has such a bank, named TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours.
There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow." You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success! The clock is running so make the most of today.
To realize the value of :
ONE YEAR, ask a student who failed a grade.
ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.
ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
ONE MINUTE, ask a person who just missed the train.
ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.
ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in Olympics.
So treasure every moment that you have! Treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time. AND remember that TIME waits for no one.
Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery, and Today is a gift. That's why we call it present!!!
How much do you make an hour?
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.
Son: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
Daddy: "Yeah sure, what it is?"
Son: "Dad, how much do you make an hour?
Daddy: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" that man
said angrily.
Son: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"
Daddy: "If you must know, I make Rs. 500/- an hour."
"Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300/-?
The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then march yourself to your room and go to bed. Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think. "May be there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. 300/- and he really didn't ask for money very often!" The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door. "Are you asleep, son?" He asked.
"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.
"I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier," said the man, "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the Rs. 300/- you asked for."
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh thank you dad!" He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crumpled up bills. The man seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father. "Why do you want money if you already have some?" the father grumbled. "Because I did't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied. "Daddy, I have Rs. 500/- now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you".
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY: It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family and friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family. An unwise investment indeed !!!
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