Saturdays are Special  

blastngoff 54M
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8/26/2006 3:27 am
Saturdays are Special

A Life of Saturdays.....

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being up so early, or maybe it's taking joy in the knowledge of not having to be at work today. The rat race that comes with living in a fairly crowded suburb of D.C. has yet to awaken, so all is quiet. It reminds me of my youth where I grew up in a rural community. It was almost always quiet there and even with the two new stop lights, still is. There was a time in my youth where Saturday morning was more likely than not, spent nursing off Friday night, but most, if not all, of those days are over. Either way, for me the first few hours of a Saturday morning are the most enjoyable. If the average person lives to be 75, and there are 52 Saturdays to enjoy in a year, we have only 3,900 Saturday mornings to look forward to. Unfortunately some have less, and fortunately, some more...but on average we have 3,900. I have already used up over half of those and for the life of me, don't remember too many of them, but maybe that is a good thing since it is a day for me to try and relax and begin the re-energization process of the weekend. But we should strive to live every day to its fullest, as if it were the last and try not to let other priorities interfere with us really being allowed to do that. So if possible, enjoy this Saturday morning, maybe re-think priorities and depending on the number of Saturdays in your "account", try to spend the day wisely. Take time to relax and do something that you really enjoy - be that with family or friends..maybe even do something out of the ordinary. Someone sent me the below to remind me that I was important in their lives:

"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you." - Winnie the Pooh.

Maybe this is a Saturday when we can express those same sentiments to someone we care about. Life is way too short.

A now for a sort of humorous story:

A man was on holiday in Kenya. While he was walking through the bush, he came across an elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed so the man approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot. There was a large thorn deeply embedded in the bottom of the foot. As carefully and as gently as he could he removed the thorn and the elephant gingerly put down its foot. The elephant turned to face the man and with a rather stern look on its face, stared at him. For a good ten minutes the man stood frozen -- thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned and walked away. For years after, the man remembered the elephant and the events of that day. One day the man was walking> through the zoo with his son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to where they were standing at the rail. It stared at him and the man couldn't help wondering if this was the same elephant as he had rescued so many years before. After a while it trumpeted loudly; then it continued to stare at him. The man summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder, trying to re-connect with his friend. Suddenly the elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of the man's legs and swung him wildly back and forth along the railing of the enclosure, brutally breaking every single bone in the man's body and finally killing him. He swung the now bloody, battered, and limp body back over the railing where it landed at the shocked boy's feet. Probably wasn't the same elephant.


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