Believe, when you are most unhappy, that there is something for you to do in the world. So long as you can sweeten another’s pain, life is not in vain.
It has been an interesting day today. I met with a friend who is about to embark on a new career and while she could focus all of her time and energy on what she is about to do she shared with me that she does not want to limit her life to only work and home. She plans on enriching the years ahead through volunteering to help others. Many of us talk about giving back to the community and the like but my friend sees more, she knows that she will get to make new friends, share in good works and find satisfaction that comes from meaningful accomplishment.
Later I had lunch with two of my favorite Salvation Army staff people. They are not part of the uniformed Army but they are responsible for building bridges to the community in order to garner support for what the Army does. The reason I enjoy them so much is how they with good spirit and enthusiasm make it possible for people like me to take advantage of the opportunities that the Salvation Army offers through their volunteer and fund raising efforts. These are special people who have given me the gift of their friendship and I am a better person because they have done so.
I worry often that too many of us become so focused on the material that the human spirit withers and one of the best anecdotes is to spend some time doing something for others.
Here is a piece from Ralph Marston that hits home for me and it might for you as well.
Are you so busy chasing pleasure that you leave no room for joy in your life? Are you so obsessed with proving how happy you are that you make yourself miserable?
Step back for a moment and remember who you are. Even if you reach them, the generic goals and aspirations you borrow from others will not bring you even a moment of real fulfillment.
Life does not gain meaning through the things you see advertised on television. If all you want is what the world tells you to want, you’ll find yourself in a perpetual state of lack, limitation and frustration.
Within you is a hunger for meaning. Within you is a burning desire to make a difference and to express a purpose that is special to you alone.
No one can give that purpose to you, for it is something you already have. Let go of the need to nourish your shallow ego, and you’ll begin to connect with the real, meaningful purpose that is woven through your whole life.
Free yourself from the off-the-shelf definition of success that is nothing more than an empty fantasy. Instead, find real success and joy by giving life to the purpose that has always been within you.
“If you have much, give of your wealth;
If you have little, give of your heart”
A small polar bear and his dad were walking along the ice cap when the son poked his dad and asked,
"Dad, are you a real polar bear?"
"Yes son, I’m a real polar bear."
They proceeded across the ice cap and before long the son again poked his dad and asked,
"Dad, I mean are you a real polar bear?"
His dad responded, "Yes! I’m a real polar bear!"
They again started across the ice cap and about 15 minutes later the small polar bear poked his dad and asked,
"Is Mom a real polar bear?"
His dad a bit puzzled answered, "Yes son, your mother’s a real polar bear!"
And again they began walking across the polar ice.
Well, after a short time the small bear again poked his dad once again and asked,
"Dad, are you sure Mom’s a real polar bear; I mean she doesn’t have any mixed bear in her, or anything?"
Dad, a bit aggravated said, "Your Mom is a real polar bear, and that’s it. Why do you keep asking me these questions about us being real polar bears?"
With that the small polar bear shyly looked up at his Dad and said, "Because I’m cold!"
"The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled."
Some Classic Lines from Dear Abby’s syndicated newspaper advice column…
• Dear Abby, I was married to Bill for three months and I didn’t know he drank until one night he came home sober.
• Dear Abby, my forty-year-old son has been paying a psychiatrist $50 an hour every week for two-and-a-half years. He must be crazy.
• Dear Abby, I suspected that my husband had been fooling around, and when I confronted him with the evidence he denied everything and said it would never happen again.
• Dear Abby, I have a man I never could trust. He cheats so much on me I’m not even sure this baby I’m carrying is his.
• Dear Abby, I joined the Navy to see the world. I’ve seen it. Now how do I get out?
• Dear Abby, I have always wanted to have my family history traced, but I can’t afford to spend a lot of money to do it. Any suggestions?
Signed, Sam – Dear Sam, Yes. Run for public office.
• Dear Abby, I am forty-four years old and I would like to meet a man my age with no bad habits. Signed, Rose – Dear Rose, So would I.
People say that hard work never killed anybody, but did you ever know anybody who rested to death?
George Burns told a story about cheating on his wife once during their marriage. He kept it to himself, but he felt so bad that he bought Gracie a beautiful diamond bracelet. Finally, after several years had gone by, he confessed to Gracie about his indiscretion.
She said, "I know. I was hoping you’d do it again. I wanted a ring to match."
Before I can retaliate, does someone first have to taliate?
Every morning for years, at about 11:30, the telephone operator in a small Sierra-Nevada town received a call from a man asking the exact time. One day the operator summed up nerve enough to ask him why the regularity.
"I’m foreman of the local sawmill," he explained. "Every day I have to blow the whistle at noon so I call you to get the exact time."
The operator giggled, "That’s really funny," she said. "All this time we’ve been setting our clock by your whistle.
Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That’s why it’s a comfort to go hand in hand.
After buying a PC from a dealer of shady shady repute, the luckless customer unpacked his new toy and plugged it in to find it Dead On Arrival.
Naturally, after checking the usual things, he called the dealer and explained his problem. First question from Deviously Evasive Dealer: "Did you check to see whether the power was on?"
DED: "Did you open the cover and check whether any of the boards had shaken loose in shipping?"
DED: Then why are you calling me?"
"Well, you sold it to me and there has to be some kind of warranty," pleaded the frustrated purchaser.
"Of course there is," replied the DED, "But you voided the warranty when you opened the cover."
The best thing to give to your enemy is forgiveness; to an opponent tolerance; to a friend your heart; to your child a good example; to a father deference; to your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you; to yourself respect; and to all men charity.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
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