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Mayonnaise Jar ........ and the beer

Some of you may have seen this before but sometimes we just need reminding … enjoy

When things in your life seem almost too 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 was 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 was 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 was full. The students responded with a 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–God, your family, your children, your health, your friends, your country, 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. Put your trust in God, play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your wife or husband 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.”

The professor must have only had one class that day(https://www.largescalecentral.com/externals/tinymce/plugins/emoticons/img/smiley-wink.gif) (https://www.largescalecentral.com/externals/tinymce/plugins/emoticons/img/smiley-cool.gif)

Nice, I hope this isnt on here because of something bad happening, Dan.

Dan;

Thanks, I have to admit that when I saw the title, I thought you were going to give us the remedy for eliminating the common garden slug. Lay the mayonnaise jar on its side near the railway. Pour in some of the cheapest beer you can find. Slugs crawl into the jar attracted by the smell of the beer, AND die happy!

Great write up just the same.

Cheers, David Meashey

Dave,

years ago my dad came home from work one day and said whats wrong with Penny? (our German Shepard) we went out to see her and she got up and couldnt walk very well, but tail was wagging and she , just seemed to be really happy but could barely stand up… like she was drunk. She was!!! Earlier mom had put paper plates all around the yard to kill snails an had bought a tall can of beer to use, well Penny had followed mom and drank all the beer and was staggering around drunk !

Pete;

So glad Penny recovered from her misadventure. I have heard of farm animals getting drunk from fermented silage (from green corn stalks, tends to seep out at the base of the silo), but your dog’s tale was new to me. I suppose that is why the accounts I have read concerning the demise of slugs used a jar or a one liter bottle (with spout cut off) for the beer. Kind of hard for pets to lap the beer up. Although I could envision a raccoon hoisting the jar/bottle in its front paws and consuming beer, slugs, and all. YUCK!!!

Best, David Meashey

Pete Lassen said:

Nice, I hope this isnt on here because of something bad happening, Dan.

No, Pete, nothing bad, just a tough couple weeks at work. My mentor in my professional life gave me this little story many years ago to point out that we shouldn’t let the little things blind us from the big (important ) things in life and I try to read it when work gets stressful and just thought I would share it here in hopes it might help others And to remind folks there is always time to do the things that you enjoy, in this particular story it’s having a beer but for some it might be reading a book, running a train, working on a modeling project, playing fetch with the dog, etc.

I should add this comes at a time where I am having some sand moments at workand needed to see this. Thanks Dan!!

If that had been my college, he would have gotten to reach for the beer cans and yell “Who drank the damn beers!”

Vic Smith said:

If that had been my college, he would have gotten to reach for the beer cans and yell “Who drank the damn beers!”

Now that’s funny (https://www.largescalecentral.com/externals/tinymce/plugins/emoticons/img/smiley-laughing.gif)