Archive for: January 2007

Most of us have fantasized at one time or another of what it would be like to really hit it big. Ask anyone who’s spent hours feeding cupfulls of coins into a slot machine or stood in line at a convenience store in hopes of purchasing the winning lottery ticket. For a brief period of time right before we are forced to face the reality that defying overwhelming odds and becoming instantly mega-rich just isn’t in the cards, we dream of a life where financial choice abounds.

Three old longtime friends — A Presbyterian minister, a Catholic priest, and a Rabbi — got together and were discussing funerals when the question came up, “When you are in your casket and your friends and family and congregates are mourning over you, what would you like to hear them say?”

“For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.” by Kahlil Gibran

Growing up with older siblings, I was often introduced to somewhat more mature subject matter at an early age. Though unsure exactly what age I was when I first read Kahlil Gibran, I clearly remember reading and forming my own interpretation of the wisdom he passionately shared through his writings.

Most of us in the 50-plus age group can clearly remember sitting sleepily in the dark, wee hours on a Saturday morning, eyes affixed to a blank and humming television set, waiting with anticipation for the new day’s programming to begin. We longed to be entertained — to laugh, to cry, to learn.