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I felt that there should be a place where we can post stories of inspiration and insight that we can use in our day to day struggles.I find that these stories re-energize us with hope and love.

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Yup, this is a great idea! So much can be said and learned with these kinds of inspirational poems and stories! Thanks Ford! :wub:

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I think this would count...sorry if anyone has already heard it but it made me Stop and think about the small ways we touch others. Thank you all for being there...




A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.


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 moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. 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 wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could Stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering 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. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.

"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he 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 said.

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.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. 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 gold 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 I value 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 Belser family had taken it.

"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser 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. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold 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 gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser."

"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 son," he said.

"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"


"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"


Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.


1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.

4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

6. You mean the world to someone.

7. If not for you, someone may not be living.

8. You are special and unique.

9. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, probably, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.

10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.

12. Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.

13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.

15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.


Heartboard and the strength of the bonds we are building here are inspirations in and of themselves...You are all such special people!



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Thank you Jan.


What a strong impact that story gives. And your list of true things certainly does make one feel blessed. :heart:


Thanks for taking the time to share it with us! :heart:


Hope and love abounds. :heart:


MrsR :heart:

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That was an awesome read. Really gives you something to think about. What may seem very small to one person, could mean the world to someone else.

When my kids were little I would hug them at least once a day and tell them I loved them. I continued to do that over the years, but not on a daily basis.

Since my surgery I have made a point of doing it every morning. It only takes a second, but it truly makes my day.


I think we all lose sight of the small things, and not because we don't care, but because life can become so overwhelming sometimes that the little things slip through the cracks. I guess we all need a reminder once in a while.


Thanks again.





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While I think fathers will appreciate this as well, only a mother will

know the true emotion of this.


After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the

spark of love.


A little while ago I started to go out with another woman It was really

my wife's idea.


"I know that you love her," she said one day, taking me by surprise.


"But I love YOU," I protested.


"I know, but you also love her."


The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has

been a widow for 19 years The demands of my work and my three children

had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called

to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.


"What's wrong, are you okay ?" she asked. My mother is the type of woman

who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign

of bad news.


"I thought that it would be nice to spend some time with you," I



"Just the two of us ?" She thought about it for a moment, then said, "I

would like that very much."


That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit



When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be

nervous about our "date." She waited in the door with her coat on. She

had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to

celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was

as radiant as an angel's.


"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were

impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear

about our meeting."


We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and



My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,

I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way

through the entrees, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring

at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.


"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she



"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I



During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation - nothing

extraordinary - but catching up on recent events of each other's life.

We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house

later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me

invite you."


I agreed.


"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home.


"Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.


A few days later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened

so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.


Some time later I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant

receipt from the same place my mother and I had dined. An attached note

read: "Son, I paid this bill in advance. I was almost sure that I

couldn't be there but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you

and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant

for me. I love you."


At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time: "I LOVE

YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in

life is more important than your family. Give them the time they

deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."


Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after

you've had a baby ... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother,

"Normal," is history.


Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct ... somebody

never took a three-year-old shopping.


Somebody said being a mother is boring ..... somebody never rode in a

car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.


Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out

good." Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.


Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices ...... somebody

never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf

ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.


Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother . Somebody

never helped a fourth grader with his math.


Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the

first. Somebody doesn't have five children.


Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing

questions in the books . somebody never had a child stuff beans up his

nose or in his ears.


Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery

Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of

kindergarten. or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."


Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand

tied behind her back ... somebody never organized seven giggling

Brownies to sell cookies.


Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married .

Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to

a mother's heartstrings.


Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home .

Somebody never had grandchildren.


Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell

her .... somebody isn't a mother.






MrsR :blue:

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