Editor’s Note: If you read one story today, read this one. How many marbles do you have? It sounds like a set-up, a prelude to a punchline about losing one’s marbles. But as you’ll see from this remarkable story below, the marbles measure much more. And you can personally change that which they measure and perhaps, the quality of your life going forward.
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The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it’s the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, of maybe it’s the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the kitchen, with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time.
Let me tell you about it. I turned the volume up on my radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning talk show. I heard an older sounding chap with a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business himself.
He was talking about “a thousand marbles” to someone named “Tom”. I was intrigued and sat down to listen to what he had to say. “Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I’m sure they pay you well but it’s a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter’s dance recital. ” He continued, “Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities.” And that’s when he began to explain his theory of a “thousand marbles.”
“You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.” “Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime.
“Now stick with me Tom, I’m getting to the important part. “It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail”, he went on, “and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. “I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. “So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round-up 1000 marbles. “I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in my workshop next to the radio. Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away.
“I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight. “Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday then God has blessed me with a little extra time to be with my loved ones…… “It was nice to talk to you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your loved ones, and I hope to meet you again someday. Have a good morning!”
You could have heard a pin drop when he finished. Even the show’s moderator didn’t have anything to say for a few moments. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to do some work that morning, then go to the gym. Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. “C’mon honey, I’m taking you and the kids to breakfast.” “What brought this on?” she asked with a smile. “Oh, nothing special,” I said. ” It has just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we’re out? I need to buy some marbles.”
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How many marbles do you have left? Use the comment section just below to tell us how this story changes your view on the rest of your life… and what you might do differently.
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108 Comments
Robin
How true but then it is also very “normal and true” that most of us don’t realise that our marbles are diminishing (that is if we already know that we have those marbles to start with), and it’s diminishing fast. We spend heaps of our time focusing on the search for that daily “pot of gold”. That seems to be more important and it is a fact that this out weighted and is placed as more important thing in life rather that to know “the really important things in life”. Sad but true! The truth I find in this story is …How does one know and submit to the fact that we are here temporal and start taking charge of our life the way that God has designed for us?
04 Aug 2010 12:08 am
Terrie
I have told my friends,family and co workers all my knowing life that you can make a million dollars a second but there isn’t enough money in the world that will buy that time back.
07 Aug 2010 02:08 pm
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This is a good,common sense article.Very helpful to one who is just finding the resouces about this part.It will certainly help educate me.
02 Sep 2010 06:09 am
Tumo Sunday
It’s really a wise crack. I feel like I read it when I was 20. Now that I am about the same age as the writer, 55, God must be precious to me. I appreciate Him. He has been my rock, my pillar, my support and I believe I do not need to fear the rest of my life.
Good read. Bless you as you count your marbles. They are worth counting. Don’t you think so?
06 Sep 2010 06:09 pm
carolyn
I am pushing 64.In 2005 I almost died with multiple bloot clots in both lungs and both legs.I was almost dead when my husband got me to the hospital.Thank GOD for placing a doctor that new the symptoms.I spent seven days in the hospital flat of back.I could not lift my legs or wiggle my toes.God was not ready for me yet!.Each day is precious to me.Everyone should count those marbles. CAROLYN
06 Sep 2010 07:09 pm
Bonnie
What a wonderful idea – I want to be totally and happily WORN OUT by the time I get to the end of my marbles!!
What a amazing world we would live in if only everyone – EVERYWHERE – counted marbles!!!
07 Sep 2010 05:09 am
Hilda
Thanks so much and may the good Lord bless you abundantly. This piece has changed my perspective about life and I have seen how important to share quality time with your loved ones. I’m going to be available for my family and loved ones. God bless you again.
07 Sep 2010 08:09 am
Sue
In 1996 my dad turned 76 he had beginning Alzheimers. He lived 130 miles away he was determined to build his dream house in the middle of the desert in Arizona. I took him to the VA to have him evaluated to try to get him into a group home which I knew he would like better than living with me and my 14 yr.old daughter. He loved talking to the “guys” at the Senior center he went to every week. Well after the consultation as we walked back to the car he said, “What do you think? I’ve lost my marbles?” Reading this story it all makes sense now, he did die alone, about 5 months later. I was going to visit on my weekend off that week, but his neighbors found him on Friday. My sister had died 4 months before and his heart was broken. They’re together now so I’ll start counting mine as my health isn’t the best I think I’ll buy 50 on Jan. 7th that was his birthday and every New Year I’ll buy 50 more! Thanks for the great story, God Bless.
29 Dec 2010 04:12 am