a thousand marbles (1) saturday mornings
The older I get, the I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's because I am the first to rise, which allows me to spend some time with myself, or maybe it's the joy of not to be at work. way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was walking toward the garden shed with a cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it.
I turned on my ham radio in to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came an older sounding guy who was telling he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles." I was interested 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 you have to be away from home and your family so much. It's hard to believe that a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make meet. Too you missed your daughter's dance recital." He continued, "Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me a good perspective on my own priorities." And when he began to explain his theory of "thousand marbles."