Hello to All,
I know this is "off topic" but it is not spam, it is simply a reminder to
make the most of the days that are passing..........
In January of this year, a man that you do not know passed away. He was the
owner of the company where my son has worked for nearly 4 years. His name was
Mike. He was 54 years old. He wasn't a millionaire, he was never on
television or in a movie. He was humble and giving and honest. He had
strength and depth and he understood people.He was like many other folks in
this world, normal. He was often a friend as well as an employer. I have
always been happy that my son was employed by Mike and his family. They treat
every employee as if they are part of their large family. That is not just
words - they really are a "family business".
His wife sent the following letter to James - and I would like to share it
with you.
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Kahlil Gibran said in "The Prophet,", "And ever has it been that love knows
not its own depth until the hour of seperation."
"The pessimist resembles a man who observes with fear and sadness that
his wall calendar, from which he daily tears a sheet, grows thinner with each
passing day. On the other hand the person who attacks the problems of life
actively is like a man who removes each successive leaf from his calendar and
files it neatly and carefully away with its predecessors, after first having
jotted down a few diary notes on the back. He can relfect with pride and joy
on all the richness set down in these notes, on all the life he has already
lived to the fullest. What will it matter to him if he notices that he is
growing old? Has he any reason to envy a young person? For the possibilities
that a young person has, the future which is in store for him? "No thank
you," he will think.
Instead of possibilities, I have realities in my past, not only the reality
of work done and love loved, but of sufferings bravely suffered. These
sufferings are even the things of which cannot inspire envy."
Mike often referred to this passage from "The Meaning of LIfe" by Victor
Frankel. He did a lot of reflecting with "pride and joy" on all the richness
of his life in his last days.
On behalf of Mike's entire family, I want to thank you for sharing in our
love for Mike with all of your kind thoughts, words and deed. May the
inspiration of Mike's love of life be with you always.
CR.
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I don't know about you, but this reminds me to look for more flowers, to
enjoy a summer shower, and to be thankful for every passing day.
I wish for you all, Peace.
Dianne