(From "Sam's Letters To Jennifer" by James Patterson:)
"...On the last day of summer, I would give you a big mayonnaise jar and send you down to the shore to "bring the beach home" with you. I knew you'd remember and treasure those smooth, fist-size gray-and-black stones you found when walking barefoot in the shallows. And the pale rounded pebbles that had washed up to the shoreline. And, of course, there was the sand and the cold, clear water. It was fascinating to watch you try to fit your whole summer into a mayo jar. It took several tries over one long morning...but you finally figure out that the way to fit in the best of your haul was to put the big rocks into the jar first. After that, the pebbles and snail shells would sift down into the spaces between the rocks. When the jar looked filled to the brim, you could still get in a few lids of sand. And finally, when there didn't seem to be room for another thing, you dunked your jar in the lake and topped off your "beach" with water...living life is like putting the beach into a jar. The point wasn't to fit everything in; it was to attend to the most important things first -- the big, beautiful rocks -- the most valuable people and experiences -- and fit the lesser things in around them. Otherwise, the best things might get left out."
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