Reflections Of Life

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All stories aim to reflect on what we do with our lives on things that really matter like family, friends, etc.. |

The important things in life

A philosophy professor stood before his class with some items on the table in front of him. 
When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty jar and proceeded tofill it with rocks, about 2 inches in diameter. 
He then asked the students if the jar was full. 
They agreed that it was. 
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. 
He shook the jar lightly. 
The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. 
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. 
They agreed it was. 
The professorpicked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. 
Of course, the sand filled up everything else. 
He then asked once more if the jar was full. 
The students responded with a unanimous “Yes.” 
“Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. 
The rocks are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children – things that ifeverything 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, 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 rocks. 
The same goes for your life. 
If you spend all your time and energy on the smallstuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. 
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. 
Play with your children. 
Take your partner out dancing. 
There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal. 
Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter. 
Set your priorities. 
Therest is just
Give time to our family

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.
She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.” 
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made itpossible to visit her only occasionally. 
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. 
“What's wrong, are you well?” she asked. "
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. 
“I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. 
“Just the two of us.” She thought about itfor a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.” 
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. 
When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. 
She waited in the door with her coat on. 
She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. 
She smiledfrom a face that was as radiant as an angel's. 
“I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. 
“They can't wait to hear about our meeting.” 
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. 
My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. 
After we sat down, I had to read the menu. 
Hereyes could only read large print. 
Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. 
A nostalgic smile was on her lips. 
“It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. 
“Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. 
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary but...