It seems like
sports have grown bigger and bigger in our daily lives. From the big
ECU game that day, to the weekend warrior games we all like to play
in, sports dominates more of our lives than ever. But this story was
sent to me by a friend, and it helps put things into perspective just a
little better. Enjoy.
"The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the
quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's
the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first
few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable."
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the kitchen with a steaming cup
of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as
a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life
seems to hand you from time to time.
I turned the volume up on my radio in order to listen to a Saturday
morning talk show. I heard an older sounding chap with a golden
voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the
He was talking about a thousand marbles. I was intrigued and sat
down to listen to what he had to say. Well, it sure sounds like you're
with your job. I'm sure they pay you well, but it's a shame you have to
be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young
fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends
meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital.
He continued. Let me tell you something, something that has
helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities. That's when he
began to explain this theory of a thousand marbles.
You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average
person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some
live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years. Now
then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I come up with 3,900, which is
number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire
lifetime. Now stick with me, I'm getting to the important part. It took
me until I was fifty-five years old to think all this in any detail,
and by that time, I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred
Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only
had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store
and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit
three toy stores to round up 1,000 marbles. I took them home and put
them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in my
workshop next to the radio. Every Saturday since then, I have taken one
marble out and thrown it away.
I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the
really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your
time here on earth run out to help get your priorities straight.
Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign off with you and take
my lovely wife out to breakfast. This morning, I took the very last
marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday,
God has blessed me with a little extra time to be with my loved ones.
You could have heard a pin drop when he finished. Even the show's
moderator didn't have anything to say for a few moments. I guess he
gave us all a lot to think about.
I had planned to do some work that morning, then go to the gym.
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss and said,
C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast. What brought
this on? She asked with a smile. Oh nothing special, I said. It has
just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids.
Hey can we stop at a toy store while were out? I need to buy some
"HAVE A GREAT WEEK, MAY ALL YOUR SATURDAYS BE SPECIAL, AND MAY YOU HAVE
MANY HAPPY YEARS AFTER YOU LOSE ALL YOU MARBLES."