Dr's N Room 4 Beer
Took my baby to get his final series of shots today and had his ears looked at again as he has another hearing test next week. So my Dr. asks what I thought of the specialist we seen and I'm like glad you asked cuz I was going to ask you.. because both times i left and called I had no clue what he even did or what to do next, he said he felt same way and appoligized and how he had called over 4 times to follow up and no responce very unhappy as well and he appologized for the referral WOW.. never had that from a Dr... usually they seem to stick together or something but he was so nice about it. Also agreed he didn't learn one thing from the files they sent over so I was probably right to not know nothing either.. and I was just worried I was stupid leaving not knowing anything. I explained I had called twice myself with no responce. We both agreed another hearing test next week and find a new specialist if needed for next time. :)
So I've been at the clinic all morning 10-12... it's getting nice out 32 degrees and so sunny. I better start some lunch but 1st going to post this a friend sent... kinda neat to real - food for the soulish stuff..
When things in your life seem almost to much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar........and the beer.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. "The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car.
The sand is everything else--the small stuff.
If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children.
Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner.
Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf balls first, the things
that really matter. Set your priorities.
The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.
The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."