They kissed good-bye and she left. He walked over towards the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"
"Yes, I have," I relpied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what this man was experiencing.
"Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?"
"I am old and she loves much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, her next trip will be for my funeral," he said.
"When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, 'I with you enough, may I ask what that means?"
He began to smile. "Thats a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone."
He paused for a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more. "When we said, 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them" He continued and then turning to me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory:
-I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
-I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
-I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
-I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
-I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
-I wish you enough loss to apprieciate all that you possess.
-I wish you enough "hellos" to get you through the final "good-bye"
He then began to sob and walked away. My friends and loved ones, I wish you enough.
They say, "It takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire lifetime to forget them.
The one who got slapped was hurt, but wthout saying anything, he wrote in the sand:
Today my bestfriend slapped me in the face.
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recoverev from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:
Today my bestfriend saved my life.
The friend who had slapped and saved his best firned asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?"
The other friend replied, "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."
Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your benefits in stone.