Put your heart, mind, intellect, and soul even to your smallest acts. This is the secret of success

They invented hugs to let people know you love them without saying anything

March first. Then advise.

Giving advice is easy. Giving really good advice is harder.
Providing an example is hardest but is usually the most effective
way of influencing both youth and adults. After all, adults are
simply older youths who were influenced by someone's example
early in life.


Our walk or march through life is the greatest teacher that we
will provide for others. Even Paul in the Bible said,
"Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ."
(1 Cor 11:1 NIV)

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If you want to make good use of your time,
you’ve got to know what’s most important and then give it all you’ve got

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If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one.
---Mother Teresa

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Starting today, decide to always Deliver more than you are getting paid to do.
The victory of success will be half won when you learn the secret of
putting out more than is expected in all that you do.
Make yourself so valuable in your work that eventually you will become indispensable. Exercise your privilege to go the extra mile, and enjoy all the rewards you receive.
--- Og Mandino

Don't find fault, find a remedy; anybody can complain

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When you consistently maintain a positive frame of mind, you'll become known as a problem-solver rather than a complainer. People avoid complainers. They seek out problem-solvers

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TIME

GREAT LESSON



“If you want to make good use of your time,
you’ve got to know what’s most important and then give it all you’ve got.”
--- Lee Iacocca




Mr. Belser

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 byto 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!’