“Anyone can give up, it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that’s true strength.”
As I have often said in the past I get great comfort from the fact that we are all connected. It is especially so when I hear from one of our readers. Yesterday was especially meaningful for I got a response from a reader who I have never met, but thankfully he was willing to share and sent me a moving message. He had just read the Daily from a few days ago where I suggested that, “It is how we handle the challenges we face in life that determine to a large extent how well we will enjoy the years we have left”. Here is what he sent.
My son, in planning his funeral service, chose Garth Brooks, "The Dance", as the music to be played during family visiting and to be featured at the remembrance service. Though the quantity of his days were limited by AIDS the quality was 24 caret.
As ‘The Dance’ relates to the theme of your daily rant my days are filled with seeking ways to express my view of the meaning of life. Having enjoyed your writing for some time now I would like to share a sample of my writing.
He then aded a moving piece that he had written for his church bulletin. Unfortunately it is too long to add to the Daily since I would have to break my promise to hold each issue to just a couple of pages. His story reported on the result of personal prayer and how it resulted in an experience that became the foundation of his faith.
I have never met Jerry nor do I even know how he found the Daily but I am glad he did and I hope we will continue to be connected for he sounds like a man who takes what ever life offers and handles it with grace.
"Often people attempt to live their lives backwards: they try to have more things, or more money, in order to do more of what they want so that they will be happier. The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then, do what you need to do, in order to have what you want."
A man lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh theater.
When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the man, "Sorry, sir, but you’re only allowed one seat."
The man groaned but didn’t budge.
The usher became impatient. "Sir, if you don’t get up from there I’m going to have to call the manager."
Again, the man just groaned, which infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager.
In a few moments, both the usher and the manager returned and stood over the man. The two of them tried repeatedly to move him, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked," All right buddy, what’s your name?"
"Sam," the man moaned "Where ya from, Sam?"
With pain in his voice Sam replied "the balcony."
My mother loved children—she would have given anything if I had been one.
"What’s the usual tip?" a man growled when, Jason, a college boy delivered his pizza.
"Well," Jason replied, "this is my first delivery, but the other guys said that if I got a quarter out of you, I’d be doing great."
"Is that so?" grunted the man. "In that case, here’s five dollars."
"Thanks," Jason said, "I’ll put it in my college fund."
"By the way, what are you studying?" questioned the man.
Jason replied, "Reverse psychology…"
"A keen sense of humor helps us to overlook the unbecoming, understand the unconventional, tolerate the unpleasant, overcome the unexpected, and outlast the unbearable."
A golfer who was well into his golden years had a lifelong ambition to play one hole at Pebble Beach, California, the way the pros do it. The pros drive the ball out over the water onto the green that is on a spit of land that juts out off the coast.
It was something he had tried hundreds of times without success. His ball always fell short, into the water. Because of this he never used a new ball on this particular hole. He always picked out one that had a cut or a nick.
One year he went out to Pebble Beach to try again. When he came to the fateful hole, he teed up an old cut ball and said a silent prayer. Before he hit it, however, a powerful voice from above said: WAIT … REPLACE THAT OLD BALL WITH A BRAND-NEW BALL. He complied, with some slight misgiving, despite the fact that the Lord seemed to be implying that He was going to let him finally achieve his lifelong ambition.
As he stepped up to the tee once more, the voice came down again: WAIT … STEP BACK … TAKE A PRACTICE SWING. So he stepped back and took a practice swing. The voice boomed out again: TAKE ANOTHER PRACTICE SWING. He did. Silence followed. Then the voice spoke out again: PUT BACK THE OLD BALL.
A husband said to his wife, "No, I don’t hate your relatives. In fact, I like your mother-in-law better than I like mine."
An old man goes to his doctor, complaining about a pain in his leg that doesn’t heal and wants a diagnosis and explanation. The doctor checks out his leg, but can’t find anything wrong. So he gives the old guy a full physical exam, and still can’t come up with any possible explanation for the pain.
The doctor hands the patient his bill and says, "I’m sorry but the pain in your leg is simply caused by old age, there’s nothing I can do about it."
The old man replies with a look of disbelief, "That’s impossible! That can’t be!
"The Doctor says, "What do you mean? I’m the expert here; if you know so much, how can you say it’s NOT old age?"
The patient answers, "I’m no doctor but it doesn’t take a medical degree to tell that your diagnosis is wrong. Clearly you’re mistaken. After all my other leg feels just fine."
"So what?" says the doctor "What difference does that make?"
"Well it doesn’t hurt a bit, and it’s the SAME AGE!"
"By the time we hit fifty, we have learned our hardest lessons. We have found out that only a few things are really important. We have learned to take life seriously, but never ourselves."
"It is said an eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent a sentence, to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him with the words, ‘And this, too, shall pass away.’ How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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