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The Perfect Gift Is Free

| November 25, 2015
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During this holiday season, much time is spent selecting the right gift when the perfect gift is free and already in the possession of the giver.  I recently read a story about a young man who learned what is most important in life from the man next door.  I’d like to share it with you[1].

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man.  College, girls, career, and life got in the way.  In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.  In the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son.  He was working on his future and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone one evening, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night.  The funeral is Wednesday.”  Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?”

“Oh, sorry, Mom.  Yes, I heard you.  It has been a long time since I thought of him.  I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said.

“Well, he didn’t forget you.  Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing.  He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence,’ as he put it,” Mom told him.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,” she said.

“He’s the one who taught me carpentry,” he said.  “I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him.  He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important . . . Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,” Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word.  Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.  Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful.  He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment.  It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.  The house was exactly as he remembered.  Every step held memories.  Every picture, every piece of furniture . . . Jack stopped suddenly.

“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.

“The box is gone,” he said.

“What box?” Mom asked.

“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk.  I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside.  All he would ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,’” Jack said.

It was gone.  Everything was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box.  He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said.  “I better get some sleep.  I have an early flight home, Mom.”


It had been two weeks since Mr. Belser died.  Returning home from work one day, Jack discovered a note in his mailbox.  “Signature required on a package.  No one at home.  Please stop by the main post office within the next three days.”

Early the next day, Jack retrieved the package.  The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago.  The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.

“Mr. Harold Belser,” it read.

Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package.  There inside was the gold box and an envelope.  Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.

“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett.  It’s the thing I value most in my life.”

A small key was taped to the letter.  His heart racing, tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box.  There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.  Running his fingers over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.  Inside, he found these words engraved: Jack, thanks for your time!  Harold Belser.

“The thing he valued most . . . was . . . my time.”

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.  “Why?” Janet, his assistant asked.

“I need to spend some time with my son,” he said.  “Oh, and by the way, Janet . . . thanks for your time!”

May your holidays be happy and full of quality time with those you love!


The Gold Tree Financial Team

[1] This piece was written by author/professional speaker Bob Perks.  Please visit his website at or email him at [email protected] for further inspiration and information.

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