GEORGE CARLIN (His wife recently died…)
Isn’t it amazing that George Carlin – comedian of the 70’s and 80’s – could write something so very eloquent…and so very appropriate.
A MESSAGE BY GEORGE CARLIN – FAMOUS Comedian OF THE 70’s AND 80’s
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints .We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees, but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet, more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We ‘ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We have done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We have conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We have learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick – trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember; say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember; to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart, and it doesn’t cost a cent.
Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and embrace will mend hurt when it comes deep from inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMMBER ;
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass,
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
‘Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To which God have you been true?’
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
‘No, Sir, I guess I ain’t,
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can’t always be a saint,
I ‘ve had to work most Sundays,
And at times my task was tough,
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep,
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep,
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I have wept unmanly tears,
I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among the people here,
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears,
If you have a place for me here, Lord,
It need not be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t, I’ll understand.’
There was a silence all around the Throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God,
‘Step forward now, you soldier,
You’ve borne your burden well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
You have done your time in Hell.’