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Dear all,


Good Friday morning!

At this moment of last year, we were greatly saddened by a number of dead and missing people caused by catastrophic floods. An uncountable number of people became homeless or lost their fortune by the cruel raid of flood. Our eyes were glued to the TV in fear that the Han River might be inundated. The monsoon season this year is, however, not so severe as before. So far, so good.

Along with the start of summer vacation, some people put their kids in an overseas summer camp while others helped their kids register at a local English village to learn English. Accordingly, summer vacation is nowhere for Korean children. Should children be allowed to enjoy their childhood and not be expected to work hard the whole year around?

More importantly, children of digital age have obviously become alienated from the natural world, with disastrous implications not only for their physical fitness but also for their mental and spiritual health. Kids today can tell us lots of things about the Amazon rain forest but they can¡¯t tell us the last time they lay out in the woods and watched leaves move. This means their relationship with nature is intellectualized without getting actualized. It¡¯s one thing to read about a frog, it¡¯s another to hold it in their hands and feel its life.


I remember what Meg Whitman, CEO of eBay and one of the world¡¯s most influential businesspersons, said in her interview with Business Week. A three-month camping trip in Alaska with her mother, who is a homemaker but a free-spirited and adventurous soul, her family friend, and eight other children at age six helped her build up strong backbone. When they became restless and unruly, her mother made them all get out of the camper and run ahead while she followed close behind. Kids grow by rubbing shoulders with their parents and siblings in the wilderness.

Now isn¡¯t it time to take family getaways in nature like sleeping under the stars at night on a campground, hiking, building sand-castles at the beach, snorkeling in crystal clear water, taking our family back in time by visiting historic sites and so on?

Last but surely not least, I feel sorry for grapefruit growers but if you love your ladies such as wife, girlfriend, daughters and so forth, advise them to refrain from eating grapefruit even small amounts every day because it could raise the risk of developing breast cancer. A report in the British Journal of Cancer arrived at a conclusion, after studying 50,000 post-menopausal women, that grapefruit boosts the level of estrogen, the hormone associated with a higher risk of breast cancer.

Have a joyful weekend, you all!

Hank

[Time]

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.

There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with those important to him. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, 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¡¯s wrong, 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 he valued 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 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 filling 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 my son,¡± 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. Time has a way of getting away from all of us ... TAKE THE TIME ... NOW.

[Humor That Moved Police]

A policeman got out of his car and the lad who he'd stopped for speeding rolled down his window.

¡°I¡¯ve been waiting for you all day,¡± the policeman said.

The lad replied, ¡°Well, I got here as fast as I could.¡±

When the policeman finally stopped laughing, he sent the lad on his way without a ticket. True story.

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