1000 Marbles
The story below was sent to me by Mike O'Meara
If anyone knows where it came from I'd sure like to give credit for it.

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 basement shack 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.  Let me tell you about it.

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in 
order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across 
an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. 
You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. 
He was telling whoever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles".
I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say. 
"Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy 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 Tom, something that has helped 
me keep a good perspective on my own priorities."

And that's when he began to explain his 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 came up with 3900 which is the number 
of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime.
Now stick with me Tom, I'm getting to the important part."

"It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail", 
he went on, "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 1000 marbles. 
I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container 
right here in the shack next to my gear.  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 this 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 for breakfast.  This morning, I took the very 
last marble out of the container.  I figure if I make it until next Saturday then 
I have been given a little extra time.  And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."

"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, 
and I hope to meet you again here on the band.  75 year Old Man, this is K9NZQ, 
clear and going QRT, good morning!"

You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. 
I guess he gave us all a lot to think about.  I had planned to 
work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams 
to work on the next club newsletter.  Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. 
"C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."

"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile. 
"Oh, nothing special it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with 
the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? 
I need to buy some marbles."

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