You touch someone and never really realize it

I saw this on Facebook today. So true

The telephone rang. It was a call from his mother. He answered it and his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.”

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“I loved that old house he lived in,” Jack said.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered.

Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture…Jack stopped suddenly…

“What’swrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box?” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,'” Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said.

“I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. “Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,” the note read.

Early the next day Jack went to the post office and retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

“Mr. Harold Belser” it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.

Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.” A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filled his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: “Jack, Thanks for your time! — Harold Belser.”

“The thing he valued most was my time!”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.*

“Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.

“I need some time to spend with the people I love and say I care for,” he said. “Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!”

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.”

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it’s 100 percent true.

1. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

2. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don’t like you.

3. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

4. You mean the world to someone.

5. If not for you, someone may not be living.

6. You are special and unique.

7. Have trust sooner or later you will get what you wish for or something better.

8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a hard look: you most likely turned your back on the world and the people who love and care for you.

10. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you.

11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you’ll both be happy.

13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

Thank you for your time.”* 😊

More beautiful words where never spoken. It brought me to a few tears. You see today is my birthday. I turned the ripe young age of 61 today. 61 imagine that. Age always depressing to me and every year makes a little more of I never did much for my age. I know some of you are much older and marvel at every day you have on this earth. I think back to all the years I have waisted. All the years I have done nothing with my life. All the years of just siting on my duff and letting the time pass by. I could have done this or I could have done that. Well why didn’t I? It seems I was too scared that I would fail. I tried a few things once or twice, but in the end gave up after a bit because nothing was coming of it. Went back to sitting on my duff and just being.

I have tried to change. Tried to be the person I wanted to be, but for some reason it just didn’t seem to show up for me. I never thought of myself as being happy with things. Or so I thought. I would see others who have made a great life for them selves. Or at least that is what I thought. By looking at them and being with them I would think how great their lives are. You know though. Their lives are just the same as mine. Only different. They may have it all together, but if you look closely you will see that they have it just the same as you do.

Everyone has their doubts. That they didn’t make a difference in the world. They have their days of sitting on their duff and thinking that nothing has come of all the accomplishments they have done. Try to do more and more just to say they have done something. Then feel that that is not enough. Run them selves raged thinking they can always do more or they have done nothing in their lives if not doing more.

It seems no one is happy with their lives. Well think about all those little things in your life. The ones you ignore now to try to make things better. Your family is one. You are so busy out there in the big world trying to impress the almighty world that you leave behind your family. Your first friends in your life. Mind you they are doing the same thing. Trying to make a better life for themselves as well. So the routine is made. Both up at the crack of dawn and heading out the door to make the almighty buck. Leaving behind the world they had started to make for themselves together. You touch each other for a while and then life gets in the way and that touch is not there anymore. But the touch is still there. The memories of days gone by. The memories you still make together when you can. There is that touch. That touch brings you back together at times. Cherish that touch and keep it in your heart.

I recently was back in my home town for a week. Days gone by of my childhood. The sisters and brothers, cousins, aunt and uncles I grew up with. Their touch is still there for me. The touch of memories they have made on me. I hugged so many that week. Bringing back a flood of memories. I call it the touch in my life. I love the touch that they have made on my life. They have influenced me. They have held me when I was down. They have revelled in my accomplishments. The thing is they may be there in my memories, but they are also in my present. Not at the forefront, but in the background as well. They are still cheering me on. Even though they are not in contact with me personally. They listen of news of what I may be doing through others. Then cheer me on from a distance. Then someday you meet up with them again and they cheer you on in person. You wonder how they know, but they touch you down to your soul with what they have to say about you. Some of the touch may be sad, but other touch will bring joy you have not felt in so long.

This got me to thinking about my touch. Do I touch anyone. Do I do good in anyone’s life or am I just there in the background watching and learning.

Well you know I do touch allot of people. By my background watching and learning. This filled my heart with joy the other day. I was riding to an event with a few ladies. We where chatting in the car on the way down to Washington. When one of the ladies brought up the subject of another lady I had met in the past. I met her in Las Vegas a few years ago at a convention. It was my first year as being a red hatter. I went to a convention to see what it would be like to go. I was a loner and didn’t know anyone at the convention. I just did my own thing and played along with what ever was going on with the theme of the day. Was having a great time, but still felt the loneliness of being alone as a gutsy gal. Oh gutsy gal is someone who comes on their own. Anyways the table I was at for dinner dispersed going their separate ways to sit with friends after dinner was over. Leaving me sitting at a table by myself with no one to talk to. So after a bit I decided to go back up to my room and talk with my son who was traveling with me. I walked to the back of the room and stood there for a bit before I left. There was some ladies from Langley sitting at a back table in the room where I was standing. One of the ladies said there is a free seat here come sit with us for a bit. So I sat down and the touch was made. I sat the rest of the night with them and enjoyed the conversation and listened. At that table was one lady I seemed to hit it off with. We chatted quite a bit that night.

Now the touch will go a little further then that. We never kept in close friendship. Even though we live within a half hour drive of each other. Now and again we would be at a same event some place in the lower main land of British Columbia. I would go over to their table and give this lady a hug . Sometimes I would think if she even knew me from hill of beans or not, but I did go and chat with them for a moment. So in the car the other day the lady I was riding with brought her up in conversation. Started telling me about her failing health. Made me a little sad as she is such a beautiful lady inside and out. I loved the touch they had all made that night in Las Vegas. She then told me how much this lady loved the fact that I would always come over to say hi and give her a hug. She really loved those moments. My heart filled with tears. I never knew that I had made the touch with anyone. I always thought that I was on the outside looking in.

But now I find out that I make the touch on other people. This lead to other conversations in the car of how I had touch others in my travels and around this area. I may be the quiet person, but my touch has spread to many places and many countries. I have met so many ladies in the past eight years being a red hatter. The touches have been made. Some are close and I see every few days to get my fix. Others are further away. Where touches are far and in between, but still close. As in saying close. I go to Ontario and can get together with ladies and we will pickup conversations that we had in distant times. I hear about others who ask about me. Even ladies I have not met except on Facebook, the red hat society social link or Instagram. I am over whelmed by how many I have touched.

My San Francisco convention I was a gutsy gal as well. Went on my own to experience an international convention. Over a 1000 ladies there. Big time over whelming. On my first day there I didn’t know anyone. I was sitting at the back of a restaurant and had just finished my meal. Heading out of the area I saw a group of ladies sitting. I had seen some of them on Facebook through the society page and decided to go and chat for a bit before I went to my room. Joanne was one of these ladies. She asked me to come sit with them and that was the making of a distant friendship. There was ladies sitting in that group from the states and Australia. I had a marvellous time that night. The distant friendships I made that day have blossomed over the years. I have met up again and again with some of these ladies at different events. Chatted over the Internet with them. We may not be close, but the touch is there. More so that when Joanne was going to be in Vancouver on a layover I and a couple of other ladies drove for an hour into Vancouver to meetup with her and sit and have a coffee with her. I remember her touch to me in San Francisco. I never know if she remembered our touch, but I just had to meetup with her again and thank her for her touch to me that day.

Touches have been made that when I make travels someplace I am asked whether I will be in the area and we can visit. I do love these touches, but still have my doubts. The touches are there. Near and far, but sometimes I do still feel alone. When I am down you never know what will happen. A call will come in or a message from someone far away. The loneliness will fade and the touch is made all over again. So if you are thinking of someone let them know. They may be thinking of you as well. Do not let these touches pass as there may not be a tomorrow to act on them.

My touch has been made for the day. Thank you all for my birthday wishes. I will head out in a bit and enjoy my day. Buy myself an ice cream to celebrate another year on this planet and the many more touches I will do this year.

Talk to you again soon. Until next time.

2 thoughts on “You touch someone and never really realize it

  1. Brenda, you have “touched” many!! I too, like to stay in my safe place! I will be stepping out now, due to your encouragement! Hugs my dear and I will always be so thankful to you for my Great Granddaughter’s apron. I will tell her the story of how it came about as she grows ! Thank you for your blogs ! I enjoy them so much! Big gentle hugs!


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