Wednesday, 22 April 2009

Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count


This is a photo I stumbled across while clearing out my computer - it's my daughter (acting the 'star') in her nursery nativity play 8 years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday! I love photographs and how they capture moments in time while we make memories.
Imagine there is a bank which credits your account each morning with £86,400, carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day. What would you do?
Well, everyone has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.
Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records of the day. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the “tomorrow.” You must live in the present on today’s deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, joy and success!
The clock is running. Make the most of today . . .

To realize the value of ONE YEAR:
Ask a student who has failed his final exam.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH:
Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of ONE WEEK:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE DAY:
Ask a daily wage laborer who has ten kids to feed.
To realize the value of ONE HOUR:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE:
Ask a person who has missed the plane.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND:
Ask a person who has just missed an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.

2 comments:

  1. This was amazing to read. Time can slip past and we can't grab onto it to stretch a day out longer. Time was such a wake up call to me when we were told Billy had only months to live. The pain inside me that as each day went by it was another day of his life that was slipping away from him and I felt like I wanted to fix it and I couldn't. It was just him and me when he died in my arms, my last words were I love you and I'll see you again. It had made his peace with God and I had prayed with him in those last painful weeks as the cancer destroyed his body.
    We thought we would be together until we were old yet time for Billy was over. I hold those last minutes close to my heart, thankful that I will see him again in eternity.

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  2. If you like "don't count every hour in the day..." you might enjoy my other quotations on
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