I just received this email from my female cousin. Normally i just delete junk mail but figured while i'm procrastinating from cleaning i might as well give it a go. I'm glad i did. Read and you may get the warm fuzzy feeling to... or else you'll hate me because i wasted a precious 5 minutes of your lifetime
You don't necessarily have to comment back, just give it a read.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending
the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and
worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble
about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my
husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a
summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television
and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was
practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd
have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said,
"Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every
minute...look at it and really see it .. live it and never give it back.
Stop sweating the small stuff. Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what.
Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
I hope you all have a blessed day.
Another sentiment...
Age 3: She looks at herself and sees a Queen.
Age 8: She looks at herself and sees Cinderella.
Age 15: She looks at herself and sees an Ugly Sister (Mum
I can't go to school looking like this!)
Age 20: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too
short/too tall, too straight/too curly"- but decides she's going out
anyway.
Age 30: She looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin,
too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she doesn't
have time to fix it, so she's going out anyway.
Age 40: She looks at herself and sees "clean" and goes
out anyway.
Age 50: She looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever
she wants to go.
Age 60: She looks at herself and reminds herself of all the
people who can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers the world.
Age 70: She looks at herself &sees wisdom, laughter and ability, goes out and enjoys life.
Age 80: Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a purple
hat and goes out to have fun with the world.
Maybe we should all grab that purple hat earlier.