If I have been of service, if I have glimpsed more of the nature and essence of ultimate good, if I am inspired to reach wider horizons of thought and action, if I am at peace with myself, it has been a successful day.
As you know I am often asked why I have been publishing the Daily for seven years. I think I have shared with you before that one of the personal benefits is that it requires me to stop and think at least once a day. I don’t know if you are like I am and find it too easy to just drift through each day doing what comes and spending part of the day being passively entertained by a book, the computer or TV. I find that it pays off to stop once in awhile and do some soul searching and even some constructive thinking.
But that is not all the reward I get from sending the Daily to you and others. One of the most pleasant parts of the relationship is the feedback I get from many of the readers. Here are two recent examples:
I thought everything about your blog was appropriate and wonderful. I’m here with my 91 yr old mom who has the flu/cold whatever it is … and I read with ponderances everything you said. Life is good if we take the high road… and sometimes the path we choose confuses us til we get back on the right path. Humor in a time of sadness is probably good. I’m new at all this elder care and thinking of somebody other than 02… but I’m a quick learner and thanks to people like you there are people along the path to guide us with their wisdom and insight! You’re my new friend but I can relate to you.. I like that!
Excellent Post…I agree wholeheartedly…My greatest concerns and applications are in the interest of the children…that they may redirect this media hyped expectation while operating without solid educational and financial advisement backgrounds…Foundations they can ill afford to lack…My other great attentions lay within the issues for the elderly…in many cases abused at the hands of their own families…while being swept beneath the social and political rugs…often surrendering their nest eggs to children who seem to think that 18 yrs or so of nurturing and sacrifice wasn’t enough…instead of taking care of the parents…the offspring demand the parents now take on new families that their kids were not and can not… be equipped to sustain in lifestyles they continue to spin out of control… knowing they have these entities to fall back on…I am very curious to see what the next decade has in store for these mock prepared people…meanwhile…healthcare and prescriptive issues continue to mount…I only hope the kids pay these mortgages and get on and stay on top…lest they nor the parents will be anything short of poverty and public housing…assuming even public assistance is still around when this economical mudslide occurs…Loved the read…Thank You…MASALA
I am truly fortunate to have readers like Sandy and Monique especially since they share their thoughts. Just think of all I get from being the recipient of the combined wisdom of so many good and caring people.
Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.
- Wouldn’t it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press ‘Ctrl Alt Delete’ and start all over?
- Just remember, if the world didn’t suck, we’d all fall off.
- If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called labor.
- Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever.
- But Most Of All, Remember !
- A Good Friend Is Like A Good Bra. Hard to Find, Supportive, Comfortable, And Always Close To Your Heart!
I know that there are people in this world who do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that.
Two little boys, ages eight and 10, are excessively mischievous. They are always getting into trouble and their parents know all about it. If any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are probably involved.
The boys’ mother heard that a preacher in town has been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually.
So, the mother sent the eight-year-old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon. The preacher, a huge man with a deep booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, "Do you know where God is, son"?
The boy’s mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed and his mouth hanging open. So, the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God"?
Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy’s face and bellowed, "Where is God"?
The boy screamed and bolted from the room. He ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "What happened"?
The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in big trouble this time. "God is missing and they think we did it!"
Right actions for the future are the best apologies for wrong ones in the past.
She said: As I was on the way home from a long and stressful day at the office, the car phone rang. It was my husband. "Will you be joining me in the whirlpool bath tonight?" he asked.
"What a lovely way to spend an evening," I thought. I was about to tell him how considerate he was when he continued, "Because if you’re not, I need to start adding more water to the tub."
If money won’t make you happy, you won’t like poverty either.
Old Rabbi Wolfson was begging his board of directors to buy a new chandelier for the synagogue. Pleading for more than an hour, he sat down sullen and hopeless in his ambition to acquire a chandelier.
Then the elder president of the board stood up.
"What’re we wasting time talkin’ for?" he said rhetorically. "Foist of all, a chandelier. We ain’t got nobody who could even spell it. Second, we ain’t got nobody who could even play it. And third, what we need most in the synagogue is more light!"
The men the American public admire most extravagantly are the most daring liars.
The men they detest most violently are those who try to tell them the truth.
Alex, a widower, went to a dance at the Senior’s Center. There he met Ruth, a woman also in her golden years. Alex and Ruth danced every dance together. Afterward, they went out for coffee. As they walked home, Ruth said, "You remind me of my fourth husband."
"Really?" Alex replied, "How many times have you been married?"
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies.
The editor is somewhat senile.