REFLECTIONS – CARPE DIEM

When I was little, my dad taught me one of the most important lessons in life. I call it 'the theory of the 'ballekes' (Flemish for meatballs).

My mom used to make the best tomato soup ever, and I just loved the mini-meatballs she dropped in it. To make the pleasure last, I left them for the end. I counted them, gently pushing them to the one side of my plate, imagining how these yummy little meatballs would melt in my mouth as soon as I'd finish with my soup. And then, just before the last spoonful, my dad grabbed my meatballs and swallowed them all in one go, shamelessly! I stared in shock at my empty plate and even more so when he told me that I shouldn't leave the best for the end. "Don't put your good fortune on hold," he told me. "You never know what might happen between now and then."