A friend of mine opened his wife’s underwear drawer and picked up a
silk paper wrapped package: 

"This, he said isn’t any ordinary package." 

He  unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box. 

"She got this the first time we went to New York , 8 or 9 years ago.
She has never put it on. Was saving it for a special  occasion. Well, I
guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed  the gift box next to
the other clothing he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had
just died. He turned to me and  said:

"Never  save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life
is a  special occasion".

I still think those words  changed my life.

Now I read  more and clean less.

I  sit on the porch without worrying about anything.

I spend more time  with my family, and less at work.

I understood that life  should be a source of experience to be lived up
to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal
glasses every day..  I’ll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if
i feel like  it.

I don’t save my special  perfume for special occasions, I use it
whenever I want to. The words  "Someday…" and "One Day…" are fading
away from my dictionary. If  it’s worth seeing, listening or doing, I
want to see, listen or do it now. I don’t know what my friend’s wife
would have done if she knew she wouldn’t be there the next morning,
this nobody can tell. I think she might have called her relatives and
closest friends.

She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I’d like
to think she would go out for Chinese, her favorite food. It’s these small
things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come

I would  regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would
meet,  letters… that I wanted to write

"One of these days".

I would regret  and feel sad, because I didn’t say to my brother and
sister, son and daughter, not times enough at least, how much
I love them. 

Now, I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring
laughter and joy into our lives.. And, on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day.

Each day, each hour, each minute, is special. If you got this, it’s
because  someone cares for you and because, probably, there’s someone
you care about. If you’re too busy to send this out to other people and you say to
yourself that you will send it "One of  these days", remember that "One
day" is far away… or might never come…