I dont' know if this really fits into the question at hand or not, but when Jason went to his Mental Health Dr. (has PTSD and TBI--from 1st deployment) he gave him a print out of this little story...Then wouldn't you know it, about 2 weeks ago a friend emailed to me..
I like this story and it has meaning (to me anyway)...plus it's cute...
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 2 Beers.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly 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..
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 Beers 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---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and 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.
Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse 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 and said, ' I ' m glad you asked. '
The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there ' s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.
I usually remain level-headed while the people I am close to who do not have autism fall apart emotionally or become absent-minded and, then, once the danger of the actual situation falling apart has passed I become so absorbed in my own world that I may focus or concentrate heavily on something that pulls my attention away from the social world. This may go on for months, if not years. I emerge, now and again, to help people fill out paperwork or fix their computers or help them take care of other responsibilities that seem too overwhelming for them. Then they are there for me when I cannot handle things like loud noises or frustrating social situations.
I don't believe in astrology, but according to the Chinese I am "Year of the Ox". The ox has super determination and strong will and this describes me. I plod along and make a lot of headway, or so people tell me again and again, but I often fail to realize how well-off I truly am so I keep working away and eventually something good happens because of my determination. If I waited for someone else to pick me up I probably wouldn't even be typing this today.