its truely applicable to all working people... wehardly hv time for personal life. this one is so touching n inclines one towards the loved ones! thnx for sharing it with us!!
From India, New Delhi
1From India, New Delhi
Dear lewellyn111
I couldn't agree more. My story goes like this....
In 1995 my father had a mild heart attack and was hospitalised, while that happened I had a car accident and my car was totalled. My father upon being released from hospital was at home and I had telephoned him to see how he was doing. We had a verbal disagreement while I was with on the phone...he wanted me to buy something for him and I disagreed. I did not speak to him for the next 2 weeks, but finally I spoke to him on the telephone 2 fridays later and we sort of soted our issues out, and I promised to visit him the next day, which was a Saturday.
While travelling to visit him I received a call on my mobile, the caller phoned me to tell me that my father has passed away. I was shattered, and my mom I couldn't start to imagine how she must have felt...I arrived my dad's and my mom told me how excited my dad was to hear my voice the night before and how he couldn't wait to see me...
Up till today I cannot forgive myself, and wish I could just go back and do things differently.
This pressy sums up the moral of the story...
From South Africa, Pretoria
I couldn't agree more. My story goes like this....
In 1995 my father had a mild heart attack and was hospitalised, while that happened I had a car accident and my car was totalled. My father upon being released from hospital was at home and I had telephoned him to see how he was doing. We had a verbal disagreement while I was with on the phone...he wanted me to buy something for him and I disagreed. I did not speak to him for the next 2 weeks, but finally I spoke to him on the telephone 2 fridays later and we sort of soted our issues out, and I promised to visit him the next day, which was a Saturday.
While travelling to visit him I received a call on my mobile, the caller phoned me to tell me that my father has passed away. I was shattered, and my mom I couldn't start to imagine how she must have felt...I arrived my dad's and my mom told me how excited my dad was to hear my voice the night before and how he couldn't wait to see me...
Up till today I cannot forgive myself, and wish I could just go back and do things differently.
This pressy sums up the moral of the story...
From South Africa, Pretoria
Hi Very touching event, i would’t call it a 'story' as many others called it here. What a memorable moment it should have been ...
From India, Madras
From India, Madras
[Really Heart touching]
because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."[/QUOTE]
From India, New Delhi
I came across this and Thought All of you'll might like it, hence posting it here...
After 21 years of marriage,
my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.
She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you
and would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman that my wife w anted me to visit
was my MOTHER,
who has been a widow for 19 years,
but the demands of my work and my three children
had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked?
My mother is the type of woman who suspects
that a late night call or a sur prise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,"
I responded. " Just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment, and then
said, " I would like that very much."
That Friday after work,
as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.
When I arrived at her house,
I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date.
She waited in the door with her coat on.
She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress
that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son,
and they were impressed, "she said,
as she got into the car.
"They can't wait to hear about our meeting".
We went to a restaurant that,
although not elegant, was very nice and cozy.
My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.
After we sat down,
I had to read the menu.
Large print.
Half way through the entries,
I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me.
A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation -
nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life.
We talked so much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said,
"I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date ?" asked my wife when I got home.
"Very nice.
Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack.
It happened so suddenly that I did to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope
with a copy of a restaurant receipt
from the same place mother and I had dined.
An attached note said:
"I paid this bill in advance.
I wasn't sure that I could be there;
but nevertheless, I paid for two plates -
one for you and the other for your wife.
You will never know what that night meant for me.
I love you, son."
At that moment, I understood the importance
of saying in time: " I LOVE YOU!"
and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.
Nothing in life is more important than God and your family.
Give them the time they deserve,
because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."[/QUOTE]
From India, New Delhi
Woww...this story is a prescription to the people who lead a mechanical life, itz awesumm...
From India, Hyderabad
From India, Hyderabad
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