Source: Sherman Publications

Jim's Jottings
Something about May causes me to recall . . .

by Jim Sherman, Sr.

May 04, 2011

Maybe itís Motherís Day.

Maybe itís graduation time.

Maybe itís Memorial Day.

Whatever, something about this month makes me have some more serious thoughts. Iím reminded of a quotation and poem Iíve put in Jottings columns in years past.

First the quotation:

Take a bucket and fill it with water,

Put your hand in it, up to your wrist;

Pull it out, and the hole thatís remaining,

Is a measure of how youíll be missed.

The first time I heard this, I was in high school in Vernon. I have repeated it many times and frequently apply it to myself, and sometimes to others about the time I or they start feeling important. This is the middle stanza of a five-verse poem. All together they go like this:

The Indispensible Man

Sometimes when youíre feeling important,

Sometime, when your egoís in bloom.

Sometime, when you take it for granted,

Youíre the best in the room.

Sometime, when you feel your going,

Would leave an unfillable hole,

Just follow this simple instruction,

And see how it humbles your soul.

Take a bucket and fill it with water,

Put your hand in it, up to your wrist;

Pull it out, and the hole thatís remaining,

Is a measure of how youíll be missed.

You may splash all you please when you enter,

You can stir up the water galore,

But stop, and youíll find in a minute,

That it looks just the same as before.

The moral in this quaint example,

Is do just the best that you can,

Be proud of yourself, but remember,

There is no indispensable man.

More? More!

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

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A man asked, in a letter, if he could bring his dog to the hotel. The answer was immediate.

ďIíve been operating this hotel for many years. In all that time, Iíve never had a dog steal a towel, bed clothes, silverware or pictures off the walls.

ďIíve never had to evict a dog in the middle of the night for being drunk and disorderly. And, Iíve never had a dog run out on a hotel bill.

ďYes, indeed, your dog is welcome at my hotel. And, if your dog will vouch for you, youíre welcome to stay, too.Ē

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This from Chicken Soup for the Soul. Itís about a bumpy bus ride on a back road.

In one seat a wispy old man sat holding a bunch of fresh flowers. Across the aisle was a young girl whose eyes came back again and again to the manís flowers.

The time came for the old man to get off. Impulsively, he thrust the flowers into the girlís lap. ďI can see you love the flowers,Ē he explained, ďand I think my wife would like for you to have them. Iíll tell her I gave them to you.Ē

The girl accepted the flowers, then watched the old man get off the bus and walk through the gate of a small cemetery.