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Just before he died, Alexander convened his generals and told them his last
three wishes:

1 - That his coffin SHOULD BE carried on the shoulders and transported by
the best doctors of the time.

2 - That the treasures he had conquered (silver, gold, precious stones)
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should be scattered on the path to the grave site, and ...

3 - That his hands should be dangling in the air, outside of the coffin,
and in view of all.
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One of his generals, astonished by these quite unusual desires, asked
Alexander about his reasons. Alexander explained to him:*

1 - I want the most eminent doctors from the land to load my coffin to show
that they did not have the power to heal in the face of death.
2 - I want the ground to be covered by my treasures for all to see that
material goods conquered here, cannot be taken, so, also remain here.

3 - I want my hands to be swaying in the wind, so that people can see that
just as we came here with empty hands, we leave too with empty hands, when
we are ending the most valuable treasure, which is our time.

When dying you can take no material with you,*
"Time"* is the most precious treasure that we have because*
It is limited*. We can produce more money, but not more time ...
When we dedicate time to a person, we are giving him a portion of our life
that we can never recover, our time is our life*
THE BEST GIFT* you can give someone is your *time*and*
ALWAYS* give it to your family or a good friend.

A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
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She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . .grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene. So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
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She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.” With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
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With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half. He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!
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She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate. She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
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As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes. If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share.
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Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
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MORAL
Those who jump before looking end up on head first in the shallow end. When you jump to conclusions you often skip over the truth & sometimes it is too late to make amends…….

Doreen, aged 79, finished all the shopping on her weekly list at Walmart supermarket. She walked determinedly towards her car which she had left in the car park. There she saw four youths about to drive away in her car. Doreen became agitated and dropping her shopping to the ground, she drew a handgun from her bag and screamed as loud as her lungs would allow at the four miscreants, "I have a gun and I know how to use it. Get out of the car you horrible little men."

The four lads didn't wait around for a second invitation but got out and ran helter-skelter as far away as they could, whereupon Doreen, somewhat shaken, proceeded to load her shopping bags into the back of the car and get into the driver's seat. As hard as Doreen tried she could not get her key into the ignition. Then it began to dawn on her why.

She came across her own car a few moments later in another row near by. Putting her bags now, into her own car, she drove hesitantly to the nearest Police Station. As Patricia was recounting the tale to the Duty Sergeant she wondered why he kept giggling and smiling. Eventually he pointed to the end of the counter where dear old dizzy Doreen saw four young lads, faces extremely pale, who were describing how a little old lady, some 5 foot tall, wearing glasses and with grey hair had stolen their car by waving a gun at them.

Doreen was not charged with anything.