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<blockquote data-quote="melody" data-source="post: 2545454" data-attributes="member: 14320"><p><span style="color: DimGray"><strong><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The Box</span></span></strong></span></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">with his wife and son. </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Jack, did you hear me?"</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said..</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">time teaching me things he thought were important... Mom, I'll be there </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">for the funeral," Jack said.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">hometown.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">own,and most of his relatives had passed away.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">see the old house next door one more time.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"The box is gone," he said.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"What box? " Mom asked.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">family had taken it. </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom." </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">main post office within the next three days," the note read.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Early the next day Jack retrieved the package.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">inside was the gold box and an envelope.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">letter.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time..! </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Harold Belser."</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"The thing he valued most.. was.. my time . . ."</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">his appointments for the next two days. </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"I need some time to spend with my son..," he said.</span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: DimGray"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Oh, by the way, Janet.. thanks for your time..!" </span></span></span></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Red"><em><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away . . . "</span></span></em></span></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="melody, post: 2545454, member: 14320"] [COLOR="DimGray"][B][SIZE="5"][FONT="Verdana"]The Box[/FONT][/SIZE][/B][/COLOR] [B][COLOR="DimGray"][FONT="Verdana"][SIZE="4"]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..!" [/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR="Red"][I][SIZE="4"][FONT="Verdana"]"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away . . . "[/FONT][/SIZE][/I][/COLOR][/B] [/QUOTE]
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