Shall we dance? Something nice to read
This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her
friend. The last line says it all.
Dear Bertha,
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in
the yard and admiring the view without fussing about
the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with
my family and friends and less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of
experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to
recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm
not 'saving' anything; we use our good china and
crystal for every special event such as losing a
pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first
Amaryllis blossom. I wear my good blazer to the
market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can
shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm
not saving my good perfume for special parties, but
wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and
tellers at the bank. Someday' and 'one of these
days' are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If
it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to
see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what others
would've done had they known they wouldn't be here
for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I
think they would have called family members and a
few close friends. They might have called a few
former friends to apologize and mend fences for past
squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out
for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite
food was. I'm guessing; I'll never know. It's those
little things left undone that would make me angry
if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I
hadn't written certain letters that I intended to
write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I
didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how
much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to
put off, hold back, or save anything that would add
laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning
when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a
gift from God.
If you received this, it is because someone cares
for you.
If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it
takes right now to forward this, would it be the
first time you didn't do the little thing that would
make a difference in your relationships? I can tell
you it certainly won't be the last. Take a few
minutes to send this to a few people you care
about, just to let them know that you're thinking
of them.
People say true friends must always hold hands,
but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there.'
I don't believe in Miracles. I rely on them.
Life may not be the party we hoped for,
but while we are here we might as well dance.
friend. The last line says it all.
Dear Bertha,
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in
the yard and admiring the view without fussing about
the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with
my family and friends and less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of
experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to
recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm
not 'saving' anything; we use our good china and
crystal for every special event such as losing a
pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first
Amaryllis blossom. I wear my good blazer to the
market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can
shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm
not saving my good perfume for special parties, but
wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and
tellers at the bank. Someday' and 'one of these
days' are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If
it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to
see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what others
would've done had they known they wouldn't be here
for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I
think they would have called family members and a
few close friends. They might have called a few
former friends to apologize and mend fences for past
squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out
for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite
food was. I'm guessing; I'll never know. It's those
little things left undone that would make me angry
if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I
hadn't written certain letters that I intended to
write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I
didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how
much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to
put off, hold back, or save anything that would add
laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning
when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a
gift from God.
If you received this, it is because someone cares
for you.
If you're too busy to take the few minutes that it
takes right now to forward this, would it be the
first time you didn't do the little thing that would
make a difference in your relationships? I can tell
you it certainly won't be the last. Take a few
minutes to send this to a few people you care
about, just to let them know that you're thinking
of them.
People say true friends must always hold hands,
but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there.'
I don't believe in Miracles. I rely on them.
Life may not be the party we hoped for,
but while we are here we might as well dance.
