Ray's musings and humor

Never doubt that a small group of committed people can change the world.

Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.
Margaret Mead

 

 

As some of you know I have been fortunate in my life to have met some interesting people. I have dined with actor Sir Roger Moore, Dave Letterman’s mom, TV actor James Kiberd and others. I was with Hugh Downs when he taped a segment on the Kiwanis-UNICEF project for his last 20-20 show. I have met and spent time with both US congressional leaders and administration executives. I have enjoyed time with CEO’s of some of Americas leading Corporations. And I have had the good fortune to have been with the heads of major non-governmental organizations.

 

And then there was last night. I dined with about 150 great people, all of them in the same room at the Salvation Army’s annual volunteer appreciation dinner. I learned about a young girl who spent thousands of hours serving others. I was impressed with a Southern Indiana couple who continually work to keep a Salvation Army Canteen in good operating condition and stocked so it is ready for disaster relief whenever needed. I was moved by a retired school teacher who has dedicated the last ten years of his life helping both men and women as they struggled to break away from from alcohol or substance addiction. I was with bell ringers, disaster relief volunteers, people who have worked preparing gifts for servicemen and women overseas, those have helped provide warm clothing to children in need, people provide counseling to the grief stricken and those who do so much for our fellow man.

 

These were not uniformed Salvation Army staffers, although there were some, these were unsung heroes. They may never be famous but they will change more lives for the better than most of the people who are. I am not very religious and I suspect there were others in the room who were not either. The thing that bound them together was their love for people. To a large extent is was not the Army’s appreciation that was the theme of the evening, rather it was the appreciation of the volunteers to the Army for providing them the opportunity to do so much. I was glad to witness this great evening and felt that my small efforts were not that noteworthy. The gift that the Army gave me for the little I have done was the opportunity to share in the thanks offered to those who done so much.

 

Want to help? There is always a need and always something that everyone can do. It may not make you famous in the eyes of the public but it will make you famous in the eyes of the people you help.

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When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

Henri Nouwen

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The Dean of admissions at Bates College in Maine reads through reams of applications from nervous high school seniors, some maybe a little more nervous than others. Here are a few…  

  • "If there is a single word to describe me, that word would be  
  • ‘profectionist’."  
  • "I was abducted into the National Honor Society."  
  • "I function well as an individual and a group."  
  • "Mathematics has hung like a stork around my neck." 

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Success in life has nothing to do with what you gain in life or accomplish for yourself.

It’s what you do for others.

Danny Thomas

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"Hello, is this here the Sheriff’s Office"?

"Yes. What can I do for you"?

"I’m calling to report my neighbor, Virgil Smith. He’s drillin’ holes in his farwood and hiding marijuana inside!"

Thank you very much for the call sir."

The next day, the Sheriff and his deputies descend on Virgil’s house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they split every piece of wood, but find no marijuana.

They sneer at Virgil and leave.

The phone rings at Virgil’s house.

"Hey, Virgil! This here is Floyd. Did the Sheriff come"?

"Yeah!"

"Did they split yer farwood"?

"Yep!"

"Happy Birthday, buddy!"

~~~

If you insist on measuring yourself, place the tape around your heart rather than your head.

Carol Trabelle

~~~

The telephone solicitor selling basement waterproofing must have thought she’d died and gone to heaven when she reached my very polite and patient son on the phone.  At the end of her long sales pitch, she asked, "Do you mind if we send out someone to give you an estimate?"

"Not at all," my son said.

"When would be a good time?" she asked.

My son answered, "Just as soon as I dig a basement."

~~~

Live today to the fullest, because tomorrow is not promised.

~~~

A couple trying to live up to a snobbish lifestyle went to a party. The conversation turned to Mozart. "Absolutely brilliant, magnificent, a genius!"  

The woman, wanting to join in the conversation, remarked casually, "Ah, Mozart. You’re so right. I love him. Only this morning I saw him getting on the No. 5 bus going to Coney Island."  

There was a sudden hush, and everyone looked at her. Her husband was mortified. He pulled her away and whispered, "We’re leaving right now. Get your coat and let’s get out of here."  

As they drove home, he kept muttering to himself. Finally his wife turned to him. "You’re angry about something."  

"Oh really? You noticed?" he sneered. "I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life! You saw Mozart take the No. 5 bus to Coney Island? You idiot! Don’t you know the No. 5 bus doesn’t go out to Coney Island?"  

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Don’t let life discourage you; everyone who got where he is had to begin where he was.

Richard L Evans

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A snail was moving along the beach when he happened to look back behind him and saw three turtles wearing leather jackets.

After moving along for about four weeks, the snail looked back again and saw that the three turtles were still there and closing in on him. So, the snail picked up his pace.

After about six more weeks, the snail looked back again, and saw that the turtles were still chasing him. And they were getting closer and closer! So, he kept on going as fast as he could.

After another few weeks, the turtles finally caught up with the snail and mugged him, took all of his clothes and the keys to his car.

After another couple of weeks, the snail got to a pay phone and called the police.

"I’ve been mugged by three turtles wearing leather jackets! You need to get down here and take a report or do something!" he said.

"Can you give us a description of the turtles?" asked the police officer.

"No, I can’t. It all happened too fast!" cried the snail.

~~~

Being a man or a woman is a matter of birth.

Being a man or a woman who makes a difference is a matter of choice.

Byron Garrett

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Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

 Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana, USA

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The editor is somewhat senile.

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