The Dash https://youtu.be/_T_8yLul-zw
When you visit a cemetery. Look at all the headstones or memorial plaques. The have one thing in common.
Do you know what it is?
Clue - Between the date of birth and the date of death.
It is the "dash" "-"
The question could be asked - "HOW did they spend their dash?". A more important question is "How are you spending yours?"
Our dash may be short or it may be long. We don't know how long or short it will be.
Each person has the power to choose how they want to live their dash at the beginning of every day.
The question could be asked - "HOW did they spend their dash?". A more important question is "How are you spending yours?"
Our dash may be short or it may be long. We don't know how long or short it will be.
Each person has the power to choose how they want to live their dash at the beginning of every day.
Consider this poem - The Dash Poem (By Linda Ellis)
I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on the tombstone From the beginning...to the end
He noted that first came the date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time That they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them Know what that little line is worth
For it matters not, how much we own, The cars...the house...the cash.
What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash.
So, think about this long and hard. Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect And more often wear a smile,
Remembering this special dash Might only last a little while
So, when your eulogy is being read With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent YOUR dash?
I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on the tombstone From the beginning...to the end
He noted that first came the date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time That they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them Know what that little line is worth
For it matters not, how much we own, The cars...the house...the cash.
What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash.
So, think about this long and hard. Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect And more often wear a smile,
Remembering this special dash Might only last a little while
So, when your eulogy is being read With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent YOUR dash?
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