Can you believe that another Thanksgiving is upon us?
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Let’s keep this short and sweet: Have a great Thanksgiving!!!
Here is a little something I stole from Tom Becka (remember him from his KC radio days?) that he posted on Facebook. It pretty well sums things up.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’
The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..
“Now,” said the professor as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
“The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—the small stuff.
“If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. “Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.
“Take care of the golf balls first—the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented.
The professor smiled and said, “I’m glad you asked, he said. “The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.”
GOOD GUY
Tom is a good guy. We exchanged pleasantries a few weeks back.
Thanks for posting that parable. It speaks the TRUTH.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL!!
GRATEFUL FOR SITE
Happy Thanksgiving to you, John! Your website is something I am grateful for.
I enjoyed the parable. Becka posted it? I’m surprised it didn’t include something about medicinal marijuana and legalization of prostitution!
Enjoyed the parable, John. How true! I am back down in Joplin exactly a year and a half following the tornado, which, by the grace of God, I and several other family members were able to survive that fateful day at the IHOP, which eventually had to be torn down because of the damage. So we are all very thankful that we were given a new lease on life, so to speak. Faith, family and friends - can’t think of three more important things to be grateful for at this time of the year. Happy Thanksgiving to you, John, and your many other readers.