From Christopher Schriever
The importance of health and wellness has never been more on my mind than it is today. Whether the consumer is looking for their mattress to provide a solid, comfortable night’s rest, extra support for their larger frame, adjustability to ease their pain, or the peace of mind a certified organic mattress delivers, the significance of a mattress is undeniable. Its contributions to one’s health are unquestionable and it is the industry’s responsibility to provide quality products with truthful marketing claims.
My sleepless nights began on March 17th when an MRI revealed a large tumor within my brain. They continued through the birth of our twins on April 23rd and throughout my recovery from a wildly successful brain surgery on May 29th. These events are why I am straying from my usual column filled with tidbits and extra information on the stories within this issue. Instead, I leave you with a poem I received during my recovery that offered me a sense of perspective that I think is reflected throughout this industry and the stories here within this issue.
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 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 your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.
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.