Monday, March 13, 2006

Little Things Mean A Lot...

Someone sent me this fwd, which brought tears to my eyes…its first time that Urs truly don’t have words to add here...just read it…feel it…and act…
Here it goes….
After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the spark of love. A little while ago I started to go out with another woman. It was really my wife's idea. "I know you love her", she said one day, taking me by surprise. "
But I love YOU!" I protested.
"I know, but you also love her."
The other woman my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years. The demands of my work and my three children had made it possible 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 it would be pleasant to pass some time with you", I responded. "Just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, 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 doorway 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 smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel.
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. Her eyes could only read large print. Halfway through the entree, 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 you relaxed and let me return the favor", I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation nothing extraordinary, just catching up on recent events of each other's lives. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed and kissed her good night.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home."Very nice. Much nicer than I could have imagined", I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.
Sometime later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I was almost sure that I couldn't be there, but, never-the-less, I paid for two plates...one for you and the other for you wife. You will never know what that night meant to me. I love you."

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying, "I LOVE YOU" in time, and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and people who love you.
Do you feel like this for someone near you?
“If you are worried about someone whole day,
If you think about that person only.

If you dont talk to them but wait him/her to speak to you.
If you get hurt when he/she is hurt.
If you want to help that person but you can't,
And, if you feel bad why you can't help.
Then there is only one truth in life
that you LOVE that person.”

Do you realise and accept this truth of life in front of that someone near you?
At times, its difficult for us to realise that we are in love with someone. The quote by Leo Tolstoy describes it perfectly, "He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began." ~Leo Tolstoy

Give them the Love they deserve, because these things cannot always be put off to some other time.
Author Unknown

ps: Worth of right time, someone's care & compassion , beauty of someone's luv can't be expressed more beautifully in words than this ....Just felt like sharing it...

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