Whenever my two-year old son finds something delicious, or is satisfied with how he has stacked his blocks, or finds fulfillment in something he thinks he has accomplished, or sees something he thinks is beautiful, he says his classic "nice" or "mama, nice" or "daddy, nice." It might be the incorrect word on many occasions, but I let it be and even I have allowed myself to use the word increasingly.
I find the following question posed by a certain Stephen Covey nice,
"How many on their deathbeds wished they'd spent more time at the office--or watching TV?"
And the answer nice.
"No one. They think about their loved ones, their families, and those they have served."
And if I may add, probably for those who believe in a Heaven and a glorious body, and maybe even for those who don't, they also think on their deathbeds about whether they or their loved ones will go to Heaven or not.
Nice.
16 July 2010
Nice question!
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