“Look, I’m not the one with the problem, okay? It’s the world that seems to have a problem with *me*! People take one look at me and go ‘Aargh! Help! Run! A big stupid ugly ogre!’ They judge me before they even know me.” – Shrek
The old email inbox has been “heating up” of late–we’ve been talking taxes, health care, current events–and how to put MORE into your family’s bottom line.
As you know, I love talking about this stuff…and there’s plenty to discuss these days.
But I thought that THIS week, I’d take a break from your regularly-scheduled money-saving advice, and offer up a few tidbits to keep things a little light around here. After all, it’s getting *hot* out there!
So…here we go:
*You thought the IRS was after YOU? Check out THESE famous tax cheats 🙂 :
http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2009-08-03/a-list-tax-cheats/?cid=hp:beastoriginalsR3#
* You thought this only happened in fables? Think again…
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/science/article6753086.ece
* Everyone makes a difference: (this is NOT a misprint)
“Xvxryonx makxs a diffxrxncx”
Somxtimxs I gxt to thinking that what I do doxsn’t mattxr.
But whxn I start thinking that way, I rxmxm¬bxr my old
typxwritxr. Most of thx kxys workxd finx most of thx timx.
But onx day, onx of thx kxys stop¬pxd working altogxthxr.
And that rxally mxssxd xvxrything up. So whxn I’m txmptxd
to say, I’m only onx pxrson, it won’t makx much diffxrncx if
I don’t do this quitx right, I rxmxmbxr my old typxwritxr. And
I say to mysxlf: “I am a kxy pxrson and nxxdxd vxry much.”
Adapted from the book Inside the Magic Kingdom, used with the permission of the publisher.
Finally, for my “Real World” Personal Strategy Note, I’d like to pass along something an old friend sent to me…feel free to send this along yourself, and remember to be thankful!
“Real World” Personal Strategy
Thanks For Your Time
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
“Jack, did you hear me?”
“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said
“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.
“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.
“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said
“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important…Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture….Jack stopped suddenly.
“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.
“The box is gone,” he said
“What box?” Mom asked.
“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,'” Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom..”
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. “Mr. Harold Belser” it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.
“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
“Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.”
“The thing he valued most was…my time”
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. “Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.
“I need some time to spend with my son,” he said.
“Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!”
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,”
If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone’s day and might change their perspective on life…for the better.
To everyone I write this: “Thanks for your time.”
To a LOW tax bill for you!