"Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same."
As time goes by I find it more and more worthwhile to stop and inventory what is good in my life. Lately I have found that others do too, in fact a valued acquaintance told me the other day that the greatest antidote for depression caused by a bad day was to review the day and look for what was good while ignoring the bad. For me the good may only be that I kept breathing, was accident free, and didn’t hurt anybody but most days it is much more. On some of the best days it was a smile from someone brightened the day enough to banish any darkness that might have otherwise surfaced.
Lately I find that my inventory’s most prized possessions and experiences are my friendships. I have reason to be truly grateful for all of those who have allowed me be part of their lives. I thrill at their successes and grieve their losses. I appreciate the solace they offer when I encounter a glitch in my health or experience a loss. Through it all I have learned that they greatest human attribute is caring. It is so easy to focus only on ourselves and ignore the joy that can come from others if only we open our hearts.
Please don’t be afraid to care, sure there is pain every once in awhile but there is also shared joy. I have found that the interchange with friends enriches both the mind and the soul. I am fortunate that I have learned that everyone I meet is a potential friend and that most often they are ready to become one. I know I can live without my possessions but I would hate to think what life would be like without so many of you — my friends and family.
"When you ask God for a gift,
Be thankful if he sends,
Not diamonds, pearls or riches,
but the love of real true friends."
Helen Steiner Rice
Old Abraham was a poor tailor whose shop was next door to a very upscale French restaurant. Every day at lunch time, Abraham would go out the back of his shop and eat his black bread and herring while smelling the wonderful odors coming from the restaurant’s kitchen. But one day, Abraham was surprised to receive an invoice from the restaurant for ‘enjoyment of food’. So he went to the restaurant to point out that he had not bought anything from them.
The manager said, "You’re enjoying our food, so you should pay us for it."
Abraham refused to pay and the restaurant sued him.
At the hearing, the judge asked the restaurant to present their side of the case.
The manager said, "Every day, this man comes and sits outside our kitchen and smells our food while eating his. It is clear that we are providing added value to his poor food and we deserve to be compensated for it."
The judge turns to Abraham and said, "What do you have to say to that?"
Abraham didn’t say anything but stuck his hand in his pocket and rattled the few coins he had inside.
The judge asked him, "What is the meaning of that?"
Abraham replied, "I’m paying for the smell of his food with the sound of my money."
There is one thing alone that stands the brunt of life throughout its course: a quiet conscience.
Mrs. Crumps was called to serve for jury duty, but asked to be excused because she didn’t believe in capital punishment and didn’t want her personal thoughts to prevent the trial from running its proper course.
But the public defender liked her thoughtfulness and quiet calm, and tried to convince her that she was appropriate to serve on the jury.
"Madam," he explained, "This is not a murder trial! It’s a simple civil lawsuit. A wife is bringing this case against her husband because he gambled away the $12,000 he had promised to use to remodel the kitchen for her birthday."
"Well, okay," agreed Mrs. Crumps, "I’ll serve. I guess I could be wrong about capital punishment after all."
Hope is like a road in the country;
there wasn’t ever a road,
but when many people walk on it,
the road comes into existence.
"University of Minnesota researchers said that the drug Naltrexone could be used to curb a kleptomaniac’s impulse to steal. Although the drug is not covered by most HMO’s, doctors say kleptomaniacs should have no problem obtaining it."
"When we seek to discover the best in others, we somehow bring out the best in ourselves."
William Arthur Ward
A psychiatrist was trying to comfort a new patient who was terribly upset. "You see, Doc," the patient explained, "my problem is that I like shoes much better than I like boots." "Why, that’s not even a problem," answered the doctor. "MOST people like shoes better than boots. Even I prefer shoes to boots." The patient was elated, "That’s neat, Doc. How do you like them, fried or scrambled?"
"As I grow older, I pay less attention to what people say. I just watch what they do."
Uncle Rusty is a wise man. A while back he retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and quiet, puttering around his work shop.
That is of course until the school year began. On the first day of school three young boys, full of pent up energy from a full day of school, came down his street. As they walked down the street they beat rhythmically on every trash can they past. Day after day, it was the same thing. Beating, clanging and pounding out a rhythm on the cans as they walked down the street. Poor Uncle Rusty just couldn’t take it any more.
The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young musicians. As they worked their way down the street, pounding out a tune on the cans, Rusty stopped them and said, "You kids sure are having a lot of fun. I like seeing young people like you, express themselves. In fact, I used to do the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I’ll give you each a dollar if you’ll promise to come around every day and do your thing." The kids were elated and continued to do a bang up job on the trash cans.
After two days, Uncle Rusty greeted the kids again, but this time he had a sad _expression on his face. "This recession’s really putting a big dent in my income," he told them. "From now on, I’ll only be able to pay you 50 cents to beat on the cans."
The boys were not pleased, but they did accept his offer and continued their afternoon concert. A couple of days later, Sly Uncle Rusty approached them again as they drummed their way down the street.
With words that would ensure he would have peace and quiet from that day forward he said "Look, my Social Security check just isn’t stretching as far with the expenses. So I’m not going to be able to give you more than 25 cents a day. Will that be okay?"
"What?! Just a crummy quarter?" the boys exclaimed. "If you think we’re going to waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter, you’re nuts! No way, mister. We quit!"
Remember that a little love goes a long way.
Remember that a lot… goes forever.
Remember that friendship is a wise investment.
Life’s treasures are people… together.
Realize that it’s never too late.
Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.
Have health and hope and happiness.
Take the time to wish upon a star.
And don’t ever forget… for even a day…
How very special you are.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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