RD and I were on our way to the doctor's office this morning. We were tuned into the radio and they read out the message about realizing the value of time. It was the first time RD heard this and he found it interesting. I've read this many times before and I have to admit, it is always good to be reminded how precious time can be.
[My apologies to MacGyver who often has to wait for me. I think I will resurrect my alarm clock on a chain and set it for ten minutes before our agreed pick up time. However, the saying 'a stitch in time saves nine' sometimes applies to spending an extra minute (or five) checking if one has everything in order before dashing off. So I hope he will (always) forgive me for taking my sweet time.]
Minutes ... If GI lazed around an extra couple of minutes in bed in the morning, chances are he would not be ready by the time the school jeep arrived.
Hours ... Last Thursday, as a result of the heavy rains, MyGirl spent an extra hour in school waiting for the water to subside, MacGyver took two hours getting to her school and then after that, it took three hours for them to inch their way home through the flood waters. All in all, the fetching process that normally takes about 15 to 20 minutes took five grueling hours for MacGyver and MyGirl.
Days ... I remember the last time RD was confined for pneumonia. We were in the hospital for 6 days. We spent more days in the hospital than we did in Bohol for our vacation!
RD has lost a week of school having been absent due to bronchitis. (That was why were on the way to the doctor's office this morning.) He's fine now except for the school work that needs catching up.
On the lighter side of time, there was a mini-reunion at the Heathrow airport last July. Sunshine flew in as Mindy was about to leave. That meant LondonEye was with two other sisters by virtue of being in the right place at the right time.
Imagine there is a bank which credits your account each morning with $86,400, carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day.
What would you do?
Draw out every cent, of course!
Well, everyone has such a bank. It's name is 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 records 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. Make the most of today.
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.
And remember, 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 origin of this text is unknown.
[My apologies to MacGyver who often has to wait for me. I think I will resurrect my alarm clock on a chain and set it for ten minutes before our agreed pick up time. However, the saying 'a stitch in time saves nine' sometimes applies to spending an extra minute (or five) checking if one has everything in order before dashing off. So I hope he will (always) forgive me for taking my sweet time.]
Minutes ... If GI lazed around an extra couple of minutes in bed in the morning, chances are he would not be ready by the time the school jeep arrived.
Hours ... Last Thursday, as a result of the heavy rains, MyGirl spent an extra hour in school waiting for the water to subside, MacGyver took two hours getting to her school and then after that, it took three hours for them to inch their way home through the flood waters. All in all, the fetching process that normally takes about 15 to 20 minutes took five grueling hours for MacGyver and MyGirl.
Days ... I remember the last time RD was confined for pneumonia. We were in the hospital for 6 days. We spent more days in the hospital than we did in Bohol for our vacation!
RD has lost a week of school having been absent due to bronchitis. (That was why were on the way to the doctor's office this morning.) He's fine now except for the school work that needs catching up.
On the lighter side of time, there was a mini-reunion at the Heathrow airport last July. Sunshine flew in as Mindy was about to leave. That meant LondonEye was with two other sisters by virtue of being in the right place at the right time.
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Imagine there is a bank which credits your account each morning with $86,400, carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day.
What would you do?
Draw out every cent, of course!
Well, everyone has such a bank. It's name is 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 records 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. Make the most of today.
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.
And remember, 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 origin of this text is unknown.
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