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    I was told something the other day and wanted to pass it along. When you go to a cemetery or read the obituaries, you will see when someone is born and when they died. It is usually displayed as ***x-***x. The xs are not important. People will forget when you were born and will forget when you died. What they won't forget is the dash. It represents your time here on Earth. What are you doing with your dash? Are you making your world a better place? Are you changing some ones life? What will people remember when they see your dash? Make your dash count for something,you only have one.

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    AMEN!

    The fish are biting and there's hogs to be kill-t. Gotta go!

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      #3
      Made me think of this

      In between that dash on his gravestone, no one could have squeezed more out of life.
      Blaine Evan Smith 4/19/95-4/7/10

      Hard to believe it has been 13 years
      Prayers up for the Smiths

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        #4
        There is a well known poem called the Dash, by Linda Ellis.

        I read of a man who stood to speak
        At the funeral of a friend
        He referred to the dates on the tombstone
        From the beginning...to the end

        He noted that first came the date of birth
        And spoke the following date with tears,
        But he said what mattered most of all
        Was the dash between those years

        For that dash represents all the time
        That they spent alive on earth.
        And now only those who loved them
        Know what that little line is worth

        For it matters not, how much we own,
        The cars...the house...the cash.
        What matters is how we live and love
        And how we spend our dash.

        So, think about this long and hard.
        Are there things you'd like to change?
        For you never know how much time is left
        That can still be rearranged.

        If we could just slow down enough
        To consider what's true and real
        And always try to understand
        The way other people feel.

        And be less quick to anger
        And show appreciation more
        And love the people in our lives
        Like we've never loved before.

        If we treat each other with respect
        And more often wear a smile,
        Remembering this special dash
        Might only last a little while

        So, when your eulogy is being read
        With your life's actions to rehash...
        Would you be proud of the things they say
        About how you spent YOUR dash?

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          #5
          Wow for that poem…..

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            #6
            Great poem

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              #7
              Originally posted by BTLowry View Post
              Made me think of this

              In between that dash on his gravestone, no one could have squeezed more out of life.
              Blaine Evan Smith 4/19/95-4/7/10

              Hard to believe it has been 13 years
              Prayers up for the Smiths
              I think about Blaine every time I hear about the dash. I hope I can pack as much into my dash as Blaine did.

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