“Enjoy life. This is not a dress rehearsal.”
I have decided that you and I should do all we can to make this a joyful weekend. I am sure you know what joy is and will know it when you see it, but just in case your not sure, joy is defined as:
- Feelings of great happiness or pleasure, especially of an elevated or spiritual kind.
- Something that brings happiness: a pleasurable aspect of something, or something that is seen as a source of happiness.
Joy can provide us delight, happiness, pleasure, enjoyment, bliss, ecstasy, elation, and more; you get the idea. The thing I like about joy is how contagious it is; while it may sound like just something for ourselves we both know that joy can be shared. In fact I think shared joy and joy given raises our own joy to the highest level. Sadly too many of us are afraid to let joy into our lives, we expect it to be something we receive and not something we can find.
I wonder how many people only find joy by accident. Is it because they don’t know themselves well enough to know what gives them pleasure. For example if you stopped and thought about it would you remember how much you have always enjoyed live theatre, a sunset walk, wading in a stream or some such experience that was enjoyable? If it was live theatre go see a play this weekend; if it was a sunset walk hold hands with someone special and take a stroll this evening, just do something you know makes you happy. And don’t forget to share your joy along the way, smile at the people you meet, say hello, let them know your happy and you will be surprised how often they will brighten up and make your day even better.
Please don’t just promise yourself that you will invest in your own joy and then decide it will have to wait until later. Give yourself the gift now, nothing is more important.
“Who is the happiest of men?
He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even as though t’were his own.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
One woman was talking to her friend.
"You should listen to my neighbor," she says. "She is always badmouthing her poor husband behind his back. I think that’s so rude!"
"Look at me! My husband is fat, lazy and cheap, but have you ever heard me say a bad word about him?"
Sometimes the best way to convince someone he is wrong is to let him have his way.
A large two engine train was crossing America. After they had gone some distance one of the engines broke down. "No problem," the engineer thought, and carried on at half-power. Further on down the line, the other engine broke down, and the train came to a standstill. The engineer decided he should inform the passengers about why the train had stopped, and made the following announcement:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that both engines have failed, and we will be stuck here for some time. The good news is that this is a train and not a plane"
As long as I can remember, I’ve had amnesia.
Our parish priest suddenly became ill and asked his twin brother, also a priest, to fill in for him and conduct a funeral Mass scheduled for that day.
His brother, of course, agreed.
It was not until the brother was accompanying the casket down the aisle, however, that he realized that he had neglected to ask the gender of the deceased.
This was information that he would need for his remarks during the service.
Thinking quickly, as he approached the first pew where the deceased’s relatives were seated, he nodded toward the casket and whispered to one woman, "Brother or sister?"
"Cousin," she replied.
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.
A man owned a giant gorilla and, all its life, he’d never left it on its own. But eventually he had to go on a business trip and had to leave his gorilla in the care of his next-door neighbor. So he explained to his neighbor that all he had to do was feed his gorilla three bananas a day at three, six and nine o’clock. But he was never ever, ever to touch its fur.
So the next day the man came and gave the gorilla a banana and looked at it for a while thinking, “Why can’t I touch its fur?” as their didn’t seem to be anything wrong with it. Every day he came in and looked for a little while longer as he still couldn’t understand until, about a week later, he’d worked himself into a frenzy and decided that he was going to touch the gorilla.
He passed it the banana and very gently brushed the back of his hand against its fur. Suddenly the gorilla went ape and started to jump around, then it turned and began to running towards the man who, in turn, ran through the front door, over the lawn, across the street, into some one else’s sports car and drove off.
In the rear-view mirror, he could see the gorilla in its own sports car, driving right behind him.
He drove for two hours until the engine began to splutter and the car just stopped. He jumped out and began to run down the street, over a brick wall, into someone’s front garden and up the apple tree. He turned around to find the gorilla right behind him beating its chest. The man jumped down and ran back in to the street screaming, until it became dark and he thought he’d lost the gorilla. The man ran into an alleyway then, suddenly, he saw a giant shadow coming down the street ahead. The gorilla! It came to the end of the alley, stood and looked straight into the bloodshot eyes of the man and came towards him slowly. This time there was no escape. As the gorilla neared him, the man began to feel faint.
The giant beast came face to face with him, raised its mighty hand and said, “Tag! You’re it!”
An open ear is the only believable sign of an open heart.
There were these two elderly people living in a Florida mobile home park. He was a widower and she a widow. They had known one another for a number of years. One evening there was a community supper in the big activity center. These two were at the same table, across from one another. As the meal went on, he made a few admiring glances at her and finally gathered up his courage to ask her, "Will you marry me?"
After a dramatic pause and precisely six seconds of ‘careful consideration,’ she answered. "Yes. Yes, I will." The meal ended with a few more pleasant exchanges and they went to their respective places.
Next morning, he was troubled. "Did she say ‘yes’ or did she say ‘no’?" He couldn’t remember. Try as he would, he just could not recall. Not even a faint memory. With trepidation, he went to the telephone and called her. First, he explained to her that he didn’t remember as well as he used to. Then he reviewed the lovely evening past. As he gained a little more courage, he then inquired of her, "When I asked if you would marry me, did you say ‘Yes’ or did you say ‘No’?"
He was delighted to hear her say, "Why, I said, ‘Yes, yes I will’ and I meant it with all my heart." Then she continued, "And I am so glad that you called, because I couldn’t remember who had asked me."
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that’s the stuff life is made of.
A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about. For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside.
She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000.
He asked her about the contents. "When we were to be married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll."
The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.
"Honey," he said, "that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?"
"Oh," she said, "that’s the money I made from selling the dolls."
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
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