when 24 hours in a day are not enough...

A friend of mine forwarded this to me. You may have heard this one before, but it’s a classic.


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 were 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 were 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 were 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 were 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 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.”

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Eric

So true…
LeeTree

Where do we meet for the beer?

There’s always room for jell-o, too.

Words to live by. Very inspiring. (especially the beer)

demono69

[:D]How very true!
I read this after a terrible day at work, coming home and spending time with my wife and son and then spending a couple of hours down the pub with my brother having a couple of beers![:D][:D][:D][:D]

Oh the horror!!! How do we get all that stuff out of the beer?!?![:p]

That’s a good one [;)]

Don’t drink beer but I like the story very much.

Thanks for sharing.

MMMMM…Beer…

I’ll have a beer too - but hold the rocks![:D]

Seriously - it’s so true.

Great story, I want to share that with my wife. Lets be honest : how many of us are materialistic? This is an important lesson that we all need to take to heart. [:)] Thanks for sharing. Let’s live it!

“It is well that war is so terrible, lest we grow too fond of it.”-R.E.Lee

Woody
That’s exactly what I was thinking while I was reading that![:D]

Seriously. a great lesson
Thanks for sending it our way, Bayonet Recon

Very poignant story, been doing a lot of thinking of the very same things lately on the priorities of life. Don’t drink beer never acquired the taste. But a couple of cup of joes will suffice.

Chuck
Fly Navy[8D]

Man, how true. Gotta print this our for a young pup at work who always wonders why I do some of the things that I do, like prefer to go home to be with the family instead of going out to a club.

Prince of Styrene II, you have got it right, I’m with you. Once you get married and have kids, its time to give up the singles life. Sure I like to get out with the boys once and awhile, usually when my softball team plays. I still have a friend whose in his early 40’s, but acts like he is 17 most of the time. He hits bars, girlie clubs and I wonder why did he got married. I’m sure he loves his wife and kid, but sometimes you have to grow up.

“It is well that war is so terrible, lest we grow too fond of it.”-R.E.Lee