DON’T WAIT UNTIL IT IS TOO LATE

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This a true story about Thomas Carlyle (1795 – 1881). One of the World’s greatest Writers, a Philosopher and Historian.

On October 17th 1826, Carlyle married his secretary Jane Welsh. She was an intelligent, attractive and somewhat temperamental daughter of a well to do Doctor. They had quarrels and misunderstandings, but they still loved each other dearly.

After the marriage, Jane continued to serve as his secretary. And after many years of marriage, Jane became ill. Being a hard worker, Carlyle became so absorbed in his writings that he let Jane continue working for several weeks after she became ill. She had cancer, and it was one of the slow growing kind. Finally she became confined to her bed. Although Carlyle loved her dearly, he very seldom found time to stay with her very long. He was busy with his work.
And when Jane died, they carried her to the cemetery for the funeral service. The day was a miserable one. It was raining hard and the mud was deep.

Following the funeral, Carlyle went back to his home. He was taking it pretty hard, so he went up the stairs to Jane’s room and sat down on a chair next to her bed. And as he sat there thinking about how little time he had spent with her, wishing so much he had had a chance to do it differently. He noticed her diary on a table beside her bed. He picked it up and began to read.
Suddenly he seemed shocked. He saw it there on one page, she had written a single line; “Yesterday he spent an hour with me, and it was like heaven. I love him so much.” Something dawned on him that he had not noticed before. He had been too busy to notice that he meant so much to her. He thought of all the times that he had gone about his work without thinking about or noticing her. Then Carlyle turned the page in the diary, there he noticed she had written some words that broke his heart. “I have listened all day to hear his footsteps in the hall, but now it is late and I guess he won’t come up today.”

Carlyle read a little more of the book, then he threw it down and ran out of the house. Some of his friends found him at the grave, face buried in the mud, his eyes were red from weeping. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks, and he kept repeating over and over again; “If I had only known. If I had only known”. But it was too late for Carlyle. She was dead.

Let us learn from this story and not make the same mistakes in life. Most of the things required in building and nurturing a relationship are inexpensive. A little more time. A little more care an affection. Being there when they need us most. Just saying I LOVE YOU…All these do not require money.Folks “while our loved ones must have the money we make, it is the love we have that they really want.” Show and give love to somebody NOW…this very moment before it is too late.

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