30 Aug

A friend of mine opened his wife’s underwear
drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped

“This, – he said – isn’t any ordinary package.”

He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk
paper and the box.

“She got this the first time we went to New York, 8
or 9 years ago. She has never put it on. Was
saving it for a special occasion.”

Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and
placed the gift box next to the other clothing he
was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just
died. He turned to me and said:

“Never save something for a special occasion.
Every day in your life is a special occasion”.

I still think those words changed my life.

Now I read more and clean less.

I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.

I spend more time with my family, and less at

I understood that life should be a source of
experience to be lived up to, not survived through.

I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses
every day. I’ll wear new clothes to go to the
supermarket, if i feel like it.

I don’t save my special perfume for special
occasions, I use it whenever I want to. The
words “Someday…” and “One Day…” are fading
away from my dictionary. If it’s worth seeing,
listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now.

I don’t know what my friend’s wife would have done
if she knew she wouldn’t be there the next
morning, this nobody can tell. I think she might
have called her relatives and closest friends. She
might call old friends to make peace over past
quarrels. I’d like to think she would go out for
Chinese, her favorite food. It’s these small things
that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had

I would regret it, because I would no longer see the
friends I would meet, letters… letters that I wanted
to write “One of these days”.

I would regret and feel sad, because I didn’t say to
my brothers and sons, not times enough at least,
how much I love them.

Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything
that could bring laughter and joy into our lives..

And, on each morning, I say to myself that this
could be a special day..

Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.

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Posted by on August 30, 2011 in Fave Articles by Others


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