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Something to think about.....



3900 Saturdays





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 garage 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 whomever 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. It's too bad you missed your daughter's
dance recital' he continued. 'Let me tell you something that has helped me
keep 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 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 that 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. This is a 75 Year old Man,
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. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while
we're out? I need to buy some marbles.'


tR

I've seen this before, and as always, it's beautiful. Btw, if you're not familiar with Ham Radio, it is rare on the bands he's talking about to get such a clear signal. It's even rarer to get silence. QRT is radio shorthand for he was turning off his radio, btw.

Reading this now, after my Ham Operator dad turned 75 gives it a whole new meaning. Blessings.

Awww, that is sweet, I copy and pasted it, my sister sent this to me. thank you for explaining as I know nothing of ham radios, just guessed. These forums need to read this imo

That is lovely Irishlass , its a pity IRL , poeple aren't like that .

Amen sista! the sad part of this thread is it is true! the days that is.

Too right

Hence the term your loosing your marbles.

I thought you were a cowboy not an animal cracker