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Archive for August, 2009

A message from Einstein

Three keys to more abundant living:

Caring about others, daring for others, sharing with others.

William Arthur Ward




First I appreciate all the positive comments that readers sent on yesterday’s tribute to Eunice Kennedy Shriver. I had started it two days before but there was so much that might have been said that it took awhile. I am faced with the same dilemma today, I have been trying to say something about life’s journey with all its twists and turns but I am not done so you’ll see it next week. So you’ll have to live with the Daily I wrote on this day a few years ago.


An actress friend who I hold in high regard wrote me and said, “You have the heart of a writer…and a poet.” She sent the note in response to yesterday’s daily. I appreciate what she said but a more accurate statement might have been "He is someone with a heart who tries to write." I would hope at the end of my days they would say, “He cared.”


Someone else sent me what Albert Einstein had to say about our reading habits. He wrote:

“Somebody who reads only newspapers and at best the books of contemporary authors looks to me like an extremely nearsighted person who scorns eyeglasses. He is completely dependent on the prejudices and fashions of his times, since he never gets to see or hear anything else. And what a person thinks on his own without being stimulated by the thoughts and experiences of other people is even in the best case rather paltry and monotonous.

There are only a few enlightened people with a lucid mind and style and with good taste with a century. What has been preserved of their work belongs among the most precious possessions of mankind. Nothing is more needed than to overcome the modernist’s snobbishness.”


The quote really hit home with me as I think that contemporary society often suffers from a false sense of superiority fed by those who think only as they do. I don’t think that reading the classics is an indication of any intellectual prowess; rather I think that lingering with the skilled writers of old allows us to walk slowly through fields of ideas. I don’t feel that completing the reading of anything is an accomplishment in itself, nor do I think being able to recall all that was written is all that important, with my memory that would be impossible. For me the experience is a success if it generates one thought, opens one door, or starts me examining something I would overlook otherwise. Some of my greatest satisfaction comes from contemplation that has been triggered by something I read as I often find things that I did not know about myself. Those of you who are regular readers of the daily then often hear the results of these “Eureka” moments. I don’t share my innermost secrets with others, just you, and like I have often said “I may not be all that great but this is as good as I get.”


“Caring about others, running the risk of feeling, and leaving an impact on people, brings happiness

Harold Kushner


Here are some of the best Norm Peterson quotes from "Cheers":

"What’s shaking, Norm?" "All four cheeks & a couple of chins."

"What’s new, Normie?" "Terrorists, Sam. They’ve taken over my stomach & they’re demanding beer."

"What’d you like, Normie?" "A reason to live. Give me another beer."

"What’ll you have, Normie?" "Well, I’m in a gambling mood Sammy. I’ll take a glass of whatever comes out of the tap." "Looks like beer, Norm." "Call me Mister Lucky."

"Hey Norm, how’s the world been treating you?" "Like a baby treats a diaper."

"Hey Mr. Peterson, there’s a cold one waiting for you." "I know, if she calls, I’m not here."

"What’s going on, Mr. Peterson?" "A flashing sign in my gut that says, ‘Insert beer here.’"

"Whatcha up to, Norm?" "My ideal weight if I were eleven feet tall."

"How’s it going, Mr. Peterson?" "Poor." "I’m sorry to hear that." "No, I mean pour."

"What’s going down, Normie?" "My butt cheeks on that bar stool."

"Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?" "Alright, but stop me at one….make that one-thirty."

"How’s it going, Mr. Peterson?" "It’s a dog eat dog world, Woody & I’m wearing Milk Bone underwear."

"What’s the story, Norm?" "Boy meets beer. Boy drinks beer. Boy meets another beer."

"Can I pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?" "A little early, isn’t it, Woody?" "For a beer?" "No, for stupid questions."


"Law of Volunteer Labor" People are always available for work in the past tense.


A young man called his mother and announced excitedly that he had just met the woman of his dreams. Now what should he do?  

His mother had an idea: "Why don’t you send her flowers, and on the card invite her to your apartment for a home cooked meal?"  

He thought this was a great strategy, and a week later, the woman came to dinner. His mother called the next day to see how things had gone.  

"I was totally humiliated," he moaned. "She insisted on washing the dishes."  

"What’s wrong with that?" asked his mother. "I think it’s a wonderful gesture."  

"We hadn’t started eating yet."  


"Golf and sex are the only things you can enjoy without being good at them."

Jimmy DeMaret


Lil’ Johnny’s mother asked him what he would like for his birthday. "I’d like a little brother," he replied.

"Oh my, that’s such a big wish," said the mother. "Why do you want a little brother?"

"Well," responded Lil’ Johnny, "there’s only so much I can blame on the dog."


I used to eat a lot of natural foods, until I learned that most people die of natural causes.


An airline captain was breaking in a new blonde stewardess. The route they were flying had a layover in another city. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the stewardess the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop and stay overnight.

The next morning, as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day’s route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she was in at the hotel and called her up wondering what happened.

She answered the phone, crying, and said she couldn’t get out of her room. "You can’t get out of your room?" the captain asked, "Why not?" The stewardess replied: "There are only three doors in here," she sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says ‘Do Not Disturb’!"


If I begin to procrastinate today instead of tomorrow, would that be considered self-improvement?


After the birth of their child, an Episcopal priest, wearing his clerical collar, visited his wife in the hospital. He greeted her with a hug and a kiss, and gave her another hug and kiss when he left.

Later, the wife’s roommate commented, "Your pastor is sure friendlier than mine."


"He has the attention span of a lightning bolt."

Robert Redford


Sue:  Mary, what exactly is an "oxymoron"?

Mary:  It’s a phrase made up of contradictory terms, like "deafening silence."

Sue:  Oh, I get it.  Like "Mr. Perfect"!


“I pray for a more friendly, more caring, and more understanding human family on this planet. To all who dislike suffering, who cherish lasting happiness, this is my heartfelt appeal.”

Dalai Lama


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

 Indianapolis, Indiana

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Eunice Kennedy Shriver Lives!!!

"In ancient Rome, the gladiators went into the arena with these words on their lips.

‘Let me win. But if I cannot win, let me be brave in the attempt.’"

Eunice Kennedy Shriver




This week we lost one of the world’s shining lights, Eunice Kennedy Shriver. Mrs. Shriver was someone who I will always hold in high regard. She touched my life in many ways both personally and through her good works. I fist met her at a private luncheon we held in New York City that was the result of her contacting me through the Kennedy Foundation to learn more about the Kiwanis International global partnership with UNICEF to help virtually eliminate the world’s leading preventable cause of mental retardation, Iodine Deficiency Disorders (IDD). In the process of preparing for the first Asian Special Olympics to be held in China she learned that IDD was a problem in areas of China where there was inadequate amounts of Iodine in the local food chain. Our luncheon included UNICEF representatives, our Kiwanis team, Kennedy Foundation staff and Mrs. Shriver. It was at that luncheon that she shared the story of the Kennedy Foundation and her interest in supporting an experimental iodization project in a remote China Provence.

I won’t go into the details but that luncheon resulted in a partnership between the Kennedy Foundation, Kiwanis International and UNICEF that lasted for a number of years. A Kennedy Foundation grant offered in support of the Kiwanis effort stimulated an outpouring of donations from Kiwanis members all over the world. Mrs. Shriver wrote an Op Ed piece in the New York Times about what Kiwanis and UNICEF was doing that generated further support. That would have been enough from this great lady but she did more, when we asked her to be the keynote speaker at one of our International Conventions, she agreed to do so.

She was a woman of vision, perseverance, toughness, graciousness, elegance and more. She also had unbelievable energy, when I met her plane in Nashville for the convention she was not satisfied with her and I talking while we waited for her luggage, she insisted that I was not getting enough exercise and had me speed walk with her back and forth in the terminal until the luggage arrived, she was 14 years older than me and had recovered from serious accident and illness numerous times during her lifteime. The next morning when I called her room and she told me we had a problem and that I should come up. It was early Sunday morning and she said “I apparently forgot to bring shoes since I can’t find them.” She proceeded to tell me that she wore size 9 AAA shoes, my life flashed in front of my eyes as I wondered where I would find shoes like that early on a Sunday morning in Nashville Tennessee before she met the press and gave a speech to thousands of Kiwanians from around the world. Fortunately we did another search of the room and found that they were hidden behind something else. While I only met her a few times and only had a few hours of private time but she has had a lasting influence on me.

I am grateful to her in another way as well for each year my Kiwanis Club runs the award ceremony for our area Special Olympics Track and Field competition. The athletes are not as much into competing against each other but rather they compete with the limits of their ability. Just being there and doing what they do brings infectious expressions of joy that spills over on all of us who help with the awards. Their smiles, their enhanced self esteem, and their pure joy are there because Mrs. Shriver built a movement that has added meaning to millions all over the world. She may have left this earth but she has also achieved immortality through the gift she has given to us all. I believe that wherever there is a Special Olympic event there will be Mrs. Shriver smiling down from above saying “you have done well this day my children, I am proud of you.”


I am going to skip the humor today and just offer some thought of others about the world that Eunice built.


An Angel has fallen, Fallen into our hearts. Her spirit lifted up. As she has lifted up so many. Changing faces and lives forever. Providing HOPE, LOVE, & OPPORTUNITY for all. May your star shine bright, for all the world to see.

Sandy McKeag


In a statement, the family called Shriver "a living prayer, a living advocate, a living center of power. She set out to change the world and to change us, and she did that and more." Younger brother Sen. Edward Kennedy also paid tribute to her "great humor, sharp wit and … boundless passion to make a difference."


"Eunice Shriver’s death is a huge loss for all of us. I remember vividly when Ronnie presented her with the Presidential Medal of Freedom at the White House in 1984. He said then that ‘her decency and goodness have touched the lives of many, and Eunice Kennedy Shriver deserves America’s praise, gratitude and love.’ She deserves all of this and more for her generosity, her kindnesses and her devotion to the Special Olympics, which has brought dignity and acceptance to exceptional athletes around the world. My love and sympathy goes out to the entire Shriver and Kennedy families at this very difficult time."

Nancy Reagan


Special Olympics from Argentina wants to thank you so much for all you did for the athletes. We will miss you very much but you will be always in our hearts. All my condolence to all the family Shriver with all my love.

Pia Soldati, Buenos Aires


Eunice, we will all miss. You inspired us during decades to fight for the rights of the citizen with intellectual disabilities. It will be now our turn to continue your work.

Marc Feltgen, Luxembourg


As a Heavenly Angel you can sit at the Thrown of Grace with our Heavenly Father and really see how you have created PURE JOY in the lives of millons. THANK YOU!

Sgt. W.L.Bower, Powhatan


These are but a few of the tributes from people all over the world that are pouring into a special website at http://www.eunicekennedyshriver.org/tributes if you visit the site it will warm your heart and you can even add your own tribute. The outpouring from people like you and me, heads of state, the Pope and others of great stature tell the story better than could be told by any one person. Her love of humanity is reflected back through the outpouring of love by people from all walks of life. We all know how much her heart was given to those who often are given little, but we should also remember with gratitude the gift she gave to each of us, the gift of serving others. Those of us who have hugged a Special Olympian as they have completed their task have experienced the warmth and joy that spills over into our own hearts. We are forunate that Mrs. Shriver touched millions more as she provided us the opportunity to share in her dream and become better people in the process.


So farewell dear Mrs. Shriver, thankfully you left your dream in the hearts of many and you have left your wonderful children that will sustain your gift through their continued support of those things you have held dear. I am glad that I met you and I am glad that you allowed me to be part of your dream.


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

 Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies.

The editor is somewhat senile.


This daily is sent only to special people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can join at http://groups.google.com/group/Rays-Daily. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.multiply.com/journal currently there are about 1500 readers from all over the world.

Thanks for caring

Caring about others, running the risk of feeling, and leaving an impact on people, brings happiness.

Harold Kushner




I was working on today’s special Daily and found it was taking more time than I could devote to it so I am going to go back to an earlier edition. I will try tomorrow to share with you what I have been working on. I would have been devoting more time to writing but I had a meeting with a lady who is in the life enrichment business, she shows folks my age and younger that their lives can be full and joyful by making small adjustments in how they do what they do. She is a new and valued acquaintance that I hope will become a friend.


Here is what I wrote six years ago today:

August 12, 2003

"To My Neighbor"

by Mother Teresa

One night a man came to our house and told me: "There is a family with eight children. They have not eaten for days." I took some food with me and went. When I finally came to the family, I saw the faces of those little children disfigured by hunger. There was no sorrow or sadness in their faces, just the deep pain of hunger.

I gave rice to the mother and she divided the rice in two, and went out carrying half of the rice. When she came back I asked her, "Where did you go?" She gave me this simple answer, "To the neighbors–they are hungry also!"

I was not surprised that she gave, because poor people are really very generous. But I was surprised that she knew they were hungry. As a rule, when we are suffering we are so focused on ourselves that we have no time for others.


Each man takes care that his neighbor shall not cheat him. But a day comes when he begins to care that he does not cheat his neighbor. Then all goes well — he has changed his market-cart into a chariot of the sun.

Ralph Waldo Emerson


On a trip to the zoo, I made a casual stroll by the cage of a laughing hyena.  A young man was leaning over the bar at the edge of the cage, whispering something in the animal’s direction.  As I stepped closer, I heard him say, "Did you hear the one about…"


Time may be a great healer, but it’s a lousy beautician.


One night, Larry was walking home when, all of a sudden, a thief jumped on him. Larry and the thief began to wrestle. They rolled about on the ground and Larry put up a tremendous fight. However, the thief managed to get the better of him and pinned him to the ground.

The thief then went through Larry’s pockets and searched him. All the thief could find on him was 25 cents. The thief was so surprised at this that he asked Larry why he had bothered to fight so hard for a 25 cents.

"Was that all you wanted?" Larry replied, "I thought you were after the five hundred dollars I’ve got in my shoe!"


"I don’t think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains."

Anne Frank


Officer: "Soldier, do you have change for a dollar?"

Soldier: "Sure, buddy." Officer: "That’s no way to address an officer! Now let’s try it again!" Officer: "Soldier. Do you have change for a dollar?"

Soldier: "No, SIR!"


All answers questioned here.


At a dinner party, several of the guests were arguing whether men or women were more trustworthy.

A man scornfully said, "No woman can keep a secret."

"I don’t know about that," huffily answered a woman guest. "I have kept my age a secret since I was twenty-one."

"You’ll let it out some day," the man insisted.

"I hardly think so!" responded the lady. "When a woman has kept a secret for twenty-seven years, she can keep it forever."


"If you want an accounting of your worth, count your friends."

Merry Browne


An old Jewish man on his deathbed whispered, "Sarah, Sarah, where are you, my dear wife?"

"Right here at your side, my love."

"And my son, Moishe…where is he?"

"Right here at your side, papa."

"And my daughter, Miriam…where is she?"

"Right here at your side, papa."

"And my son, Abraham…where is he?"

"Right here at your side, papa."

"What, none of you idiots is minding the store?"


It’s no use having a good memory unless you have something good to remember.


The Teacher, Ms. Jones, was very curious about how each of her students celebrated Christmas.

She called on young Patrick Murphy. "Tell me, Patrick, what do you do at Christmas time?" she asked.

Patrick addressed the class, "Well, Ms. Jones, me and my twelve brothers and sisters go to the midnight Mass and we sing hymns, then we come home very late and we put mince pies by the back door and hang up our stockings. Then all excited we go to bed and wait for Father Christmas to come with all our toys."

"Very nice, Patrick," she said. "Now, Jimmy Brown, what do you do at Christmas?" Ms. Jones asked.

"Well, Ms. Jones, me and my sister also go to church with Mum and Dad and we sing carols and we get home ever so late. We put cookies and milk by the chimney and we hang up our stockings. We hardly sleep waiting for Santa Claus to bring our presents, " Jimmy replied.

"That’s also very nice, Jimmy," she said. Realizing that there was a Jewish boy in the class and not wanting to leave him out of the discussion, she asked Isaac Cohen the same question. "Now, Isaac Cohen, what do you do at Christmas?" she asked.

"Well, we also sing carols!" Isaac responded. Surprised, Mrs. Jones questioned further. "Tell us what you sing," Ms. Jones requested.

"Well, it’s the same thing every year. Dad comes home from the office. We all pile into the Rolls Royce, then we drive to his toy factory. When we get inside, we look at all the empty shelves and begin to sing, "What a Friend We Have In Jesus." Then we all go to the Bahamas."


All I ever wanted was an unfair advantage.


A West Virginia state trooper, stopped a woman for going 15 miles over the speed limit.  After he handed her a ticket, she asked, "Don’t you give out warnings?"

"Yes, Ma’am," he replied.  They’re all up and down the road.  They say, ‘Speed limit 55.’"


I make the most of what comes and the least of all that goes.

Sara Teasdale


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies.

The editor is somewhat senile.


This daily is sent only to special people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can join at http://groups.google.com/group/Rays-Daily. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.multiply.com/journal currently there are about 1500 readers from all over the world.

Thanks, you guys were great!!!

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.

Mahatma Gandhi




As most of you know I worked with my fellow Kiwanis Club members at a major horse show last week where we prepared and sold food with the profits going to our annual clothe-a-child project. Each year we bring families with children in need of winter clothing to a local department store and help them purchase warm clothes and shoes that the kids might not get otherwise because of cost. As luck would have it we were rained out for one day and it appears that today’s economic situation has kept some of our regular food customers away so we did not make as much as we hoped for. We are searching for other fundraising opportunities to make up the gap because the need is greater than ever.

One of the things that made this year special for me was the number of our Daily readers in Central Indiana who volunteered their time to work with us. These good people found the same thing I often do and that is that volunteering warms the heart and opens the door to new friendships. In the last few days I have heard from many of these folks thanking me for offering them the opportunity to work with us and how they plan to continue to build on their new friendships. One of my oldest friends in Northern Indiana even mailed me a check to help us with the effort. I again saw that good people can do great things and often all it takes is offering them the chance to help.

As often happens to me someone out there knew what I was going to say today even though I didn’t know for I got this in my e-mail late last night.


Volunteering Can Improve Your Health

Hello all, Ever wonder how some people manage to stay healthy and happy even in old age? It’s no secret. Valerie Ulene, M.D., a weekly guest writer for the LA Times, says that putting in time to help others not only benefits the community but also the giver’s mental and physical health.  Take Penny and Ted Landreth, who have been preparing dinner for the hungry for 20 years. The couple “both currently in their 60s, are not only in excellent physical health, they simply seem happy too.”  Check out the article at http://www.latimes.com/features/health/la-he-themd10-2009aug10,0,768059.story.


So my friends stay healthy and volunteer because as it turns out it is not only great for the spirit it is also wonderful for the body. I’ll look for you out there and cheer whenever I see you. Oh and by the way, if you happen to be at the Indiana State Fair today between 10 AM and 2 PM stop by the BP Booth and say hello, I’ll by there letting people know how much pleasure they will get if they help the Salvation Army help others.


You may not have saved a lot of money in your life, but if you have saved a lot of heartaches for other folks, you are a pretty rich man.

Seth Parker


A husband visited a marriage counselor and said, "When we were first married, I would come home from the office, my wife would bring my slippers and our cute little dog would run around barking. Now after ten years it’s all different. I come home, the dog brings the slippers and my wife runs around barking."

"Why complain?" said the counselor, "You’re still getting the same service."


Those who can, do.  Those who can do more, volunteer.


She said: In this life I’m a woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear. When you’re a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate, you’re supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that, too.

When you’re a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you’re sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.

If you’re a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.

If you’re a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup… gonna be a bear.


It’s easy to make a buck, but hard to make a difference.

Tom Brokaw


A nervous taxpayer was unhappily conversing with the IRS Tax auditor who had come to review his records.

At one point the auditor exclaimed, "Mr. Carr, we feel it is a great privilege to be allowed to live and work in the USA.  As a citizen you have an obligation to pay taxes, and we expect you to eagerly pay them with a smile."

"Thank goodness," returned Mr. Carr, with a giant grin on his face from ear to ear, "I thought you were going to want me to pay with cash."


Volunteers don’t get paid, not because they’re worthless, but because they’re priceless.

Sherry Anderson


A girl went over to her friend and said, "I hear you broke off your engagement to Bob. Why?"

"It’s just that my feelings towards him aren’t the same any more."

"Are you returning his diamond ring?"

"No way! My feelings towards the ring haven’t changed a bit!"


The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.

Samuel Johnson


Some race horses staying in a stable. One of them starts to boast about his track record. "In the last 16 races, I’ve won 8 of them!"

Another horse breaks in, "Well in the last 27 races, I’ve won 20!!"

"Oh that’s good, but in the last 37 races, I’ve won 29!" says another, flicking his tail.

At this point, they notice that a greyhound dog has been sitting there listening.

"I don’t mean to boast," says the greyhound, "but in my last 91 races, I’ve won 89 of them!"

The horses are clearly amazed. "Wowwwww!" says one, after a hushed silence.

"A talking dog."


Volunteers do not necessarily have the time; they just have the heart.

Elizabeth Andrew


Suzanne went over to visit one of her friends. While she was at her friend’s house a severe thunderstorm rolled in. Her friend told her to spend the night at her house and go home the next day.

When she heard this, Suzanne rushed out the door then came back a while later totally drenched and carrying a small shopping bag.

So her friend asked, "Where did you run off to?"

Suzanne brushed the wet hair from her face and replied, "I went home to get my pajamas!"


No one is more cherished in this world than someone who lightens the burden of another.

Thank you.

Author Unknown


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.


Ray Mitchell

 Indianapolis, Indiana

 Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies.

The editor is somewhat senile.


This daily is sent only to special people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can join at http://groups.google.com/group/Rays-Daily. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.multiply.com/journal currently there are about 1500 readers from all over the world.


The only way to make sure people you agree with can speak is to support the rights of people you don’t agree with.

Eleanor Holmes Norton:



I am beginning to wonder about myself, it seems that I am tending towards intolerance and that is not good. Lately it seems like there are more and more people who find pleasure is screaming down the other guy and giving little opportunity to learn about anybodies ideas other than their own.

Also when did just good enough become good enough, I am use to people who always give their best who always provide more than a minimum effort.

I am hearing more and more strident words coming from people with a misguided sense of superiority who often spread inaccurate information. It is almost as if they have to find fault with everything and everyone but themselves. I just wish those who are the reasoned thoughtful majority would not allow those on the fringes to hog the platforms.

Well enough of that, in the past I did not let the behavior of others bother me, rather I took pity on their self-centered behavior.

For whatever it’s worth here are some of my beliefs that I find are in conflict with some of my recent observations.

  • Just good enough is not good enough. I never believed that just satisfying the customer was enough, I wanted to please him.
  • Everyone is important; when we focus on finding fault we will almost always miss the real person.
  • I am not always right nor do I have have any reason to be righteous. And while I have a right to my opinion I have no right to judge others for if I knew all the answers I would not make all the mistakes I made in my lifetime.
  • Treat everyone the way you want to be treated. This does not mean that we should expect to be treated better than we treat others. The other day I saw someone who thought it is was no big deal that they had created a problem for someone else, they did not even see the need to apologize.
  • If you don’t care, don’t pretend that you do.
  • When you make a promise keep it, show up on time and do what is expected, if you can’t do that then don’t promise. In my business we always set our goals higher than the expectations of the people we served. If we had a misstep we still delivered what we promised. By promising more than we can consistently deliver we soon get the reputation of being unreliable.
  • Everyone is not like me and I am glad of that. Everyone’s problems, needs, pains and joys are unique to them and we do not know what burdens they carry. Any judgments we make should be on how they contribute and not based on any generalized observations.

To sum it all up I think Earl Nightingale got it right when he said “Treat everyone as if he is the most important person in the world for to himself he is.” So like I said dear friends I am not happy that I let the behavior of others bother me and thankfully it is not bothering me enough to knock me off stride. But you’ll have to forgive me if I continue to hope that the day will come when the “we” is more important than the “me.”


The capacity for getting along with our neighbor depends to a large extent on the capacity for getting along with ourselves. The self-respecting individual will try to be as tolerant of his neighbor’s shortcomings as he is of his own.

Eric Hoffer


An old man showed up at the back door of the house we were renting. Opening the door a few cautious inches, we saw his eyes were glassy and his furrowed face glistened with silver stubble. He clutched a wicker basket holding a few unappealing vegetables. He bid us good morning and offered his produce for sale. We were uneasy enough to make a quick purchase to alleviate both our pity and our fear.

To our chagrin, he returned the next week, introducing himself as Mr. Roth, the man who lived in the shack down the road. As our fears subsided, we got close enough to realize that it wasn’t alcohol, but cataracts, that marbelized his eyes. On subsequent visits, he would shuffle in, wearing two mismatched right shoes, and pull out a harmonica. With glazed eyes set on a future glory, he’d puff out old gospel tunes between conversations about vegetables and religion.

On one visit, he exclaimed, "The Lord is so good! I came out of my shack this morning and found a bag full of shoes and clothing on my porch."

"That’s wonderful, Mr. Roth," we said. "We’re happy for you."

"You know what’s even more wonderful?" he asked. "Just yesterday I met some people that could use them."


"If you’re ridin’ ahead of the herd, best take a look back every now and then to make sure it’s still there."


"I’m so worried," the nervous patient said as the nurse plumped up his pillows. "Last week, I read about a man who was in the hospital because of heart trouble, and he died of influenza."

"Don’t worry," the nurse said smiling. "I am telling you, ours is a first-rate hospital. When we treat someone for a heart problem, believe me, he dies from a heart problem!"


"BECAUSE": Mom’s reason for having kids do things which can’t be explained logically.


How To Tell If You’re Over The Hill

You no longer laugh at Preparation H commercials.

Your arms are almost too short to read the newspaper.

You buy shoes with crepe rubber soles.

The only reason you’re still awake at 2 a.m. is indigestion.

People ask you what color your hair used to be.

You enjoy watching the news.

Your car must have four doors.

You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.

You have a dream about prunes.

You browse the bran cereal section in the grocery store.

You start worrying when your supply of Ben Gay is low.

You think a C.D. is a certificate of deposit.

You have more than 2 pairs of glasses.

You read the obituaries daily.

Your biggest concern when dancing is falling.

You enjoy hearing about other people’s operations.

You wear black socks with sandals.

You know all the warning signs of a heart attack.

You dance slow to fast songs.


"Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew Up"


How does Janice like being pregnant?" Bob asked his friend John.

"Oh, she’s not pregnant," John replied, "she’s expecting."

"What’s the difference?" Bob pressed.

Well, John explained, "She’s expecting me to cook dinner, she’s expecting me to do the housework, she’s expecting me to rub her feet . . ."


Few women admit their age, Few men act it!


A couple is celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary and they decide to go and visit their old grade school. There, in a corner, they hold hands as they find their old desk where he had carved, "I love you, Sally." On the way home, a bag of money falls out of an armored car in front of them. She picks it up and counts it…fifty thousand dollars!!   The husband says, "We have to give it back."  She says, "Finders keepers."   When she gets home, she hides it in the attic.

The next day, two FBI men show up at their home. They ask,   "Pardon me folks, but did anyone in this house find any money that fell out of an armored car yesterday?"

She says, "No." The husband says, "My wife is lying. She took the money and hid it in the attic." She says, "Don’t believe him, he’s a bit senile."

So they sit the man down and begin to question him.  One FBI guy says, "Tell us the story from the beginning."

The old man says, "Well, my wife and I were on our way home from school…."

The FBI guy looks at his partner and says…"Yep, we are wasting our time. Let’s get out of here."


How far you go in life depends on you being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and the strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these.

George Washington Carver:


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.


Ray Mitchell

 Indianapolis, Indiana

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I’ll always remember them!

 “The secret of happiness is this: let your interests be as wide as possible, and let your reactions to the things and persons that interest you be as far as possible friendly rather than hostile.”

Bertrand Russell




I am working at the Horse Show again today helping my Kiwanis club raise money that we will use to provide winter clothes to kids who would be cold without them. My job is to cook a variety of items on a large gas grill; you never get cold when working over a large fire source in 80 plus degree weather. Anyway I’ll be gone most of the day so I will share a small piece and then see what I can find in the archives.

Yesterday I wrote: My friend Ray Baker say’s, there’s one thing about baldness…..it’s neat. Here is Ray’s response:

For your consideration and edification,

In addition to neat, there are several other quality of life aspects, to bald.  In the 20 years of my retirement I calculate that I would have had 25 haircuts each year.  25 time $12 has yielded a saving o $6000.  Not to mention the cost of combs, hair maintenance products, such as shampoo etc. 

It is also a great time saver.  After the daily shower, (no shower cap required) it takes only a quick swipe of the towel to render the dome ready for action.  Saving time is very critical when there are so many more important activities to pursue. Walks, books, read Ray’s daily, naps and so on.

There is however one drawback that it is worth keeping in mind or better yet "keeping under your hat".  Without that bothersome hair to warn of an impending contact with assorted hard points, you bleed a lot!


Here is what I wrote seven years ago today after an extended hospital stay for a heart valve infection:


I was thinking about my recent hospital stay. I wondered why 16 days of what should have been a boring and unpleasant experience was really not bad at all. I think I figured it out. I made so many new friends on the staff, people who filled my days with conversation. I had a medical student who was assigned to one of my doctor’s, visit me everyday, she shared with me her past and her dreams. An intern came by even after he was transferred to a different service and told me what was in store for him in the months and years ahead. A nurse shared her pride in her 21 year old son’s overcoming adversity. Another nurse shared her pride in her husbands produce farm. It went on and on; good people doing really good things. But best of all I never heard one complaint, a couple of dozen people, and in more than two weeks not a bad word. They spent their time looking ahead while focusing on the good in their lives. Think of it, more than two weeks being around pleasant, caring, good people who had not one complaint. I wish every week was that way. I feel sorry for those who go through life looking at the dark side and never get to love people, like those I just met, who find joy in their day-to-day lives.


A man went to his lawyer and said, "I would like to make a will but I don’t know exactly how to go about it."

The lawyer said, "No problem, leave it all to me."

The man looked somewhat upset and said, "Well, I knew you were going to take the biggest slice, but I would like to leave a little to my children too!"


"Some people grin and bear it.  Other people smile and change it."


Steinberg and Fleisher, partners in the garment industry had just suffered through their worst season ever. Ten thousand madras sports coats were hanging on the rack unsold, and bankruptcy was looming closer.

Out of the blue, in walked a buyer from Australia. "I say there," he began, "you boys wouldn’t have any madras sports coats, would you? I’ve been looking for them everywhere."

Steinberg said there MIGHT be a few left, and soon a deal was made whereby the ten thousand jackets would be shipped to Australia at a handsome profit.

"There is one thing though," said the Australian buyer. "For an order this large, I’ll have to get a confirmation from my home office. I don’t anticipate any problem, and unless I send you a telegram by this Friday, the deal goes through as planned."

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday passed slowly, with the partners nervously waiting to see if the Australian would change his mind. Friday morning went by without incident. Steinberg and Fleisher were closing up shop when, at ten minutes to five, there was a knock on the door: …"Telegram!"

The partners froze. Trembling, Fleisher grabbed the telegram and opened it. Suddenly, his face lit up.

"Steinberg, GREAT NEWS! Your sister died!"


Your secrets are safe with me and all my friends.


When I was in high-school, Joel, a buddy of mine and I were discussing a girl from French class we had both befriended. Her family had recently relocated to the metro area from a farm way out in the sticks.  We both agreed that we’d never met a sweeter girl before, but she was too naive and trusting.

Joel said, "Listen, for her own good, and as her friends, we’ve got to teach her quickly what’s right & what’s wrong."

I replied, "Agreed!  You teach her what’s right."


All I want is a LITTLE more than I can spend!


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."




She said:

As a single, never-married woman in my 40’s, I have been questioned endlessly about my status by friends, relatives, and co-workers.  Over the years I’ve noticed a subtle change in the nature of their inquiries.

In my teens, friends would ask, "Whom are you going out with this weekend?"

In my 20’s, relatives would say, "Whom are you dating?"

In my 30’s, co-workers might inquire, "So, are you dating anyone?"

Now people ask, "Where did you get that adorable purse?"


"I don’t feel old – I don’t feel anything until noon. Then its time for my nap."

Bob Hope


Little Johnny and his family were having Sunday dinner at his Grandmother’s house. Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served.

When little Johnny received his plate he started eating right away. "Johnny wait until we say our prayer."  "I don’t have to." The boy replied. "Of course, you do," his mother insisted. "We say a prayer before eating at our house."

"That’s our house," Johnny explained. "But this is Grandma’s house, and she knows how to cook!


How many are the pains of those who hunger for revenge!

They have killed themselves even before they kill their enemies.

St. Catherine of Siena


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

 Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies.

The editor is somewhat senile.


This daily is sent only to special people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can join at http://groups.google.com/group/Rays-Daily. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.multiply.com/journal currently there are about 1500 readers from all over the world.

Anger Kills

“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.”




Today I heard that there are folks who are giving in to anger often when they don’t even know what they are angry about. They are attacking others in meetings that are no more than learning experiences for the attendees and an opportunity to discuss the issues of the day. There is an intolerance of disagreement. Ideas are suppressed via the use of power. When you ask people why they are so angry they don’t have good answers. Sadly some of this reminds me of the use of fear and intimidation in Germany in the 30’s or in countries that are managed through violence, bribery and intimidation such as we are seeing in Iran and elsewhere. When I see people justifying the use of lies, innuendo and disruption in my own country I get discouraged by what we seem to be becoming; a polarized society unable to find common ground justifying our behavior by believing our loyalty to ideology is more important than examining the issues and finding solutions.

I am also disappointed in those who are quick to anger — those who find it easy to blame others for everything. Far too many have lost the ability to trust and assume the worst in their encounters. I don’t know about you but most everyone I meet are good people, honest, trustworthy and ethical. I pity those who have chosen anger over goodwill for they isolate themselves even in the mobs of the like minded, unhappily these are people who miss the many friends they might have had along the way and they often live lonely lives.

Please don’t let anger run your life for in the long run it can destroy it. Here is something Gretchen Rubin suggests to help us manage our anger:


Tips for squelching your anger.

One of my worst faults is my quick temper. I’ve been working hard to control my anger—by not expressing it, or even better, not feeling it. The problem with that familiar advice about “counting to 10” is that I can never remember to do it. Here are some strategies that do work for me, when I manage to use them.

1. Don’t give in to my anger. Many people believe in the “catharsis hypothesis” and think that expressing anger is healthy-minded and relieves their feelings. Not so. Studies show that expressing anger only aggravates it. I’ve certainly found this to be true; once I get going, I can whip myself into a fury. It’s better to stay calm.

2. Let the sun go down on my anger. I tend to get irritated with the Big Man at night, probably because I’m tired. Now I force myself to wait until the next day to berate him about this or that. And the next morning, my anger is completely gone.

3. Accept blame. I hate being in the wrong, and often snap back when people find fault with something I’ve done. Now I really try to pause to ask myself, “Am I in the wrong?” and to respond with gentleness.

4. Ask: “Am I improving the situation?” This works especially well with the Big Girl. If I get angry with her, she has a complete melt-down. It’s unpleasant, but her reactions have sure helped me get better control of myself. Now, when I have the urge to snap, I think, “Is this going to help the situation?” And the answer is always NO.

5. Find “an area of refuge.” I lifted this phrase from a sign near an elevator at Yale Law School—it struck me as funny. Research shows that when people’s thoughts are unoccupied, brooding sets in. So I try to “find an area of refuge” in my mind; that is, to dwell on serene thoughts instead of brooding and fussing. Along the same lines…

6. Distract myself. Indulging in “overthinking”—dwelling on trifling slights, unpleasant encounters, and sadness—leads to bad feelings. I can enrage myself by obsessing on some petty annoyance. In what the Big Man calls the “downward spiral,” I begin to rail about every negative episode in recent memory. Now I deliberately distract my thoughts, usually by thinking about some writing question.

7. Ask: am I mad at myself? Martha Beck makes the interesting argument that we brood on other people’s faults when we subconsciously identify with them; what we condemn in other people is what we condemn in ourselves. So now when someone is making me angry, I ask myself, “Can I accuse myself of the same fault?” In a telling bit of psychology, I’ve noticed Beck’s observation to be very true for other people, but not so much for myself! Do I suspect a bit of self-denial might be going on…?

8. Laugh. Humor is the answer to everything (humor and exercise). Now when I absolutely can’t hold back my anger, I at least try to insert a joke, or make fun of myself, or assume a lighter tone as I rant on. I feel less angry and more light-hearted when I adopt a lighter tone.


Resentment is like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

Malachy McCourt


The man looked a little worried when the doctor came in to administer his annual physical, so the first thing the doctor did was to ask whether anything was troubling him.

"Well, to tell the truth, Doc, yes," answered the patient. "You see, I seem to be getting forgetful. No, it’s actually worse than that. I can never remember where I park my car, where I’m going, or what it is I’m going to do once I get there — if I get there. So, I really need your help. What can I do?"

The doctor mused for a moment, then answered in his kindest tones, "Pay me in advance."


Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?


A wife works hard to please her husband, but no matter what she does, she fails regularly. Most often it is at breakfast. If she scrambles the eggs, he wants them poached. If she poaches them, he wants them scrambled.

One morning, she decides to poach one and scramble the other. She does so, then waits for his approval.

Glancing at his plate, her husband shakes his head and snorts, "You scrambled the wrong egg."


Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.

James Bryant Conant


Finding one of her students making faces at the others on the playground, Mrs. Smith stopped quickly to reprove the child. Smiling sweetly, the teacher said, "Bobby, when I was a child, I was told that if I made ugly faces, it would freeze and it would stay like that."

Bobby looked up and replied, "Well, Mrs. Smith, you can’t say you weren’t warned."


A political pollster knocked on the door and a sour-faced lady answered. "What party does your husband belong to?" he asked.  The lady responded curtly, "I sir, am the party he belongs to."


A college student in a philosophy class was taking his first examination.

On the paper there was a single line which simply said: "Is this a question?" – Discuss.

After a short time he wrote: "If that is a question, then this is an answer."

The student received an "A" on the exam.


Take my advice, I’m not using it.


He said: Although I have three sons, it was always my daughter who helped me with chores around the house. One day, we decided to install ceiling fans in the bedrooms. We thought it would take about an hour, but the task turned into an all-day job.

"Thanks, sweetie," I said gratefully when we were finished.

"No problem," she replied as she put away the tools. "Just think of me as the son you never had!"


Sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.

Author Unknown


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

 Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies.

The editor is somewhat senile.


This daily is sent only to special people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can join at http://groups.google.com/group/Rays-Daily. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.multiply.com/journal currently there are about 1500 readers from all over the world.

Are you you or are you someone else?


"Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary."

Sir Cecil Beaton




Yesterday I shared a note with you from a friend that mentioned he had made a risky and non-traditional life change. He left the world of business for the world of art. As I thought more about my friend and others like him I realized that they had more than their willingness to take a risk, they had a sense of purpose. I think that sense is developed by those who see their lives as they could be rather than stay blinded by life as it is. I think they possessed what Sir Cecil Barton called “integrity of purpose and imaginative vision.” When you can see beyond today with an imaginative vision and then use that vision as the foundation for building a new future great things can happen. You may not make as much as you could doing something else, you may not achieve fame and recognition but what you will have is the chance to live a life that you have chosen where you can achieve satisfaction on your own terms.


Here are some observations Steve Brunkhorst has offered on the idea of integrity of purpose that can be of value as a launching pad to a brighter future. While his list does not take people where they wish to go, it does clear the deck of obstacles and distractions as well helping to remove any guilt someone may have if they left behind unfulfilled promises.

Integrity of Purpose

Integrity is adherence to ethical principles, honesty, and soundness of character. I will define purpose as an intention to contribute to humanity – often in many different ways – through a specific life theme. What are the qualities that add integrity to a purposeful life? Here are seven of those qualities…

Commitment … to be faithful in the performance of one’s promises.

Courage … to listen patiently, speak truthfully, and act decisively.

Originality … to live and create from experience rather than imitation.

Love … to know that all people are connected through their Creator.

Compassion … to understand love through the relief of suffering.

Patience … to accomplish much by accomplishing each small thing in its time.

Wisdom … to see through appearances, learn from errors with gratitude, and live undisturbed in spirit.

I’m sure you can think of many more qualities that contribute to integrity in our lives. Here is a great exercise. Take the list above, or write your own list of favorite qualities or values. Each day, focus on one quality. Notice how you have incorporated that quality into your life and how it has added integrity to your work. You’ll be pleased with the sense of joy, security, and added enthusiasm that this exercise will bring to your day.


Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong.

There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right.

To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a soldier needs.

Peace has its victories, but it takes brave men and women to win them.

Ralph Waldo Emerson


A New York boy was being led through the swamps of Louisiana by his cousin.

"Is it true that an alligator won’t attack you if you carry a flashlight?"

The cousin smirked and replied, "Depends on how fast ya carry the flashlight."


"The winds of grace are always blowing, but you have to raise the sail."



A woman walked up to the manager of a department store. "Are you hiring any help?" she asked.

"No," he said. "We already have all the staff we need."

"Then would you mind getting someone to wait on me?" she asked.


I have an answering machine in my car. It says "I’m home now. But leave a message and I’ll call when I’m out."

Steven Wright


Lisa was out driving her car and while stopped at a red light, the car just died. It was a busy intersection and the traffic behind her was starting to pile up. The guy in the car directly behind her was honking his horn continuously as Lisa continued to try getting the car to start up again.

Finally Lisa gets out of her car and approaches the guy in the car behind her. "I can’t seem to get my car started," Lisa said, smiling. "Would you be a sweetheart and go and see if you can get it started for me. I’ll stay here in your car and lean on your horn for you."


"Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there."

Will Rogers


Mrs. Siegal went into Bergdorf-Goodman’s, called over a salesman, pointed to white wool designer dress on a mannequin, and said, "Hey Sonny boy, so how much is the dress on that store dummy over there?"

"That dress is $899.95, Madam," sneered the rather snotty salesman.

"Oy! For $99.95 I could get the same dress at S. Klein’s downtown!"

"But Madam," said the salesman, "You’ll find that the dress at Klein’s is recycled wool. This original is 100% pure virgin wool."

"So for $800 I should be caring what the lambs do at night?"


The best auto safety device is a rearview mirror with a police car in it.


A man approached a local in a village he was visiting. "What’s the quickest way to York?"

The local scratched his head.

"Are you walking or driving?" he asked the stranger.

"I’m driving."

"That’s the quickest way!"


My friend Ray Baker say’s, there’s one thing about baldness…..it’s neat.


Kathryn’s 5-year-old developed a strong interest in spelling once she learned to spell STOP. After that, she tried to figure out her own words. From the back seat of the car she’d ask, "Mom, what does FGRPL spell?"

"Nothing," Kathryn said.

Sitting at breakfast she’d suddenly ask, "Mom, what does DOEB spell?"

"Nothing," Kathryn answered.

This went on for several weeks. Then one afternoon as they sat coloring in her room she asked, "Mom, what does LMDZ spell?"

Kathryn smiled at her and said, "Nothing, sweetheart."

The 5-year-old carefully set down her crayon, sighed and said, "Boy, there sure are a lot of ways to spell nothing!"


Imagination is the highest kite one can fly.

Lauren Bacall


Little Johnny’s preschool class went on a field trip to the fire station. The firefighter giving the presentation held up a smoke detector and asked the class: "Does any- one know what this is?"

Little Johnny’s hand shot up and the firefighter called on him.

Little Johnny replied: "That’s how Mommy knows supper is ready!


"To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man."

William Shakespeare


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

 Ray Mitchell

 Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies.

The editor is somewhat senile.


This daily is sent only to special people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can join at http://groups.google.com/group/Rays-Daily. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.multiply.com/journal currently there are about 1500 readers from all over the world.

Don’t forget to celebrate today

“The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.”

Oprah Winfrey




I did not know what I was going to write about today until I read what a friend sent me yesterday. We met last week for an hour or so to catch up, exchange where our lives are these days and to share some personal philosophy. Here is the gift he sent to me:


I wanted to thank you for taking the time to call and check on me.  You are a good friend and I have genuinely valued our friendship.  Really, people seldom say that they have been an influence – you have for me.  The path that I have taken over the past 5-years has changed everything about me, especially my contact with people – but you have a perennial friend. 

What I enjoy about you most is your sense of celebration.  Celebration in your life and celebration whom you are with.  You inspire celebration.  Most people talk “at” one another – you speak with them.  A gift.  Even when you are limited by travel, you appreciate the day, the sunset, a moment of silence.  I remember reading the letter you wrote after 911 to all of your friends.  It provided faith for me and a perspective that we would be celebrating once again real soon. 

I only hope I instill that celebration in just one other person and pass it forward.  I won’t let it go so long without a breakfast. 

Best Mark


As I said I received this great gift. I have appreciated that my friend followed his heart and found the place in life where he can be happy, productive, and a contributor. His gift also suggested that our friendship is based on a sense of celebration of what we have versus regret and envy focused on what we don’t have. Celebration! What a great word and what a great attitude to infuse into our lives. Mark has reminded me that we do not have to coast through each day taking what happens for granted, we can stop once in awhile and throw our hats in the air hollering how great it is to be alive and how fortunate we are to be ourselves.

What makes my life so special is the friendships that have been offered me by so many over the years. I do not have a scrap book or large photo album to browse; rather I carry a collection of wonderful people in my memory.

Mark has a special place in my mental collection as do so many of you. Thanks for being you.


 “Celebrate the happiness that friends are always giving, make every day a holiday and celebrate just living!”

Amanda Bradley


A truck driver went to look for a job.  He showed up at this one place that needed truck drivers bad. He was told that if he could pass an exam, he would be able to go right to work.

The truck driver asked "If’n I was to pass this test, what time do you want me and Leroy to show up for work?"

The man said, "Who is Leroy?"

"Oh, Leroy be my swamper, we been togetter for sebenteen yearrr, I don’t go nowhere wifout Leroy."

"Well we do need truck drivers really bad, OK. If you pass your exam you and Leroy can start to work tomorrow."

The man said the first part of the exam was oral. "Suppose you’re driving down the road at 65 MPH, and you come around a curve of a narrow road, then you come to a bridge, and in the middle of the bridge is another truck jackknifed in the middle of the bridge. You can’t stop, you can’t go to the left or right. Quick, What’s the first thing you’re going to do?"

The truck driver took his time answering. "Well the first thing I do will be reach over and wake up Leroy."

"Why would you wake up Leroy first?"

"Well me and Leroy been togetter fer sebenteen yearrr, and he ain’t never seen a wreck like we gonna have!"


"When the heart grieves over what it has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left."

Sufi Epigram


Linda was driving her old beat up car on the Highway with her 7 year old son. She tried to keep up with traffic but they were flying by her.

After getting caught in a large group of cars flying down the road, she looked at her speedometer to see she was doing 15 miles over the speed limit. Slowing down, she moved over to the side and got out of the clump that soon left her behind.

Linda looked up and saw the flashing lights of a police car. She waited for the officer to come up to her car. As he did he said, "Ma’am do you know why I pulled you over?"

Her son piped up from the back seat, "I do… because you couldn’t catch the other cars!"


Grass grows in direct proportion to your unwillingness to mow it.


A lady in New York had a beautiful black cat, named Felix, who spent his days outside and came indoors at night. One cool October evening, he disappeared. The neighbor searched for him in vain for several days. The following spring, however, Felix reappeared, looking healthy and clean. She figured he’s been out sowing his wild oats. Everything was back to normal until that autumn, when Felix disappeared again. The next spring, he returned. Perplexed, my aunt’s friend began asking neighbors for clues. Finally, she rang the bell of an older couple who lived down the street. "A black cat?" the woman said. "Oh, yes! My husband and I hated to see him out in the cold, so we bought a cat carrier. We take him to Florida with us every winter."


Support a Lawyer – Become a Doctor


One day a man came home from work to find his wife crying hysterically in the kitchen.

"What’s wrong dearest??" asked the confused husband.

"Oh darling," sobbed the wife, "I was cleaning little Suzie’s room when I found whips, handcuffs and chains under her bed, along with a very erotic porn magazine! What ever are we going to do???"

"Well," replied the man…

"I guess a spanking is out of the question?"


It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices.

Professor Dumbledore


Three little boys were bragging about how tough they were. "I’m so tough", said the first boy, "that I can wear out a pair of shoes in a week".

"Well", said the second little boy, "I’m so tough, I can wear out a pair of jeans in a day".

"That’s nothing", said the third boy. "When my parents take me to see my grandma and grampa, I can wear them out in a hour".


"Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow."

Helen Keller


Remember Sam Levenson? Not enough people do. He was such a clever man but time has diminished the memory of his wit. I thought I’d resurrect him, as his words today are as pithy as they were when he wrote them.

"Many wise words are spoken in jest, but they don’t compare with the number of stupid words spoken in earnest."

"The first screw to get loose in your head is the one that holds your tongue in place."

"You’re only young once. After that it takes some other excuse for behaving like an idiot."

"Even if the majority agrees on an idiotic idea, it is still an idiotic idea."

"The greatness of this or any country may still be measured by the number of people trying to get IN vs. the number trying to get OUT."

"The best defense of our country is to keep it at all times WORTH defending."

"War doesn’t prove who is right; only who is left."

"War is better at abolishing nations than nations are at abolishing wars."

"You can’t shake hands with a clenched fist."

"There are more important things in life than money. The trouble is they all cost money."

Re: sex education in schools: "Let them teach it! If the schools teach sex the way they teach everything else, the kids will lose interest anyhow."


We turn not older with years but newer every day.

Emily Dickinson


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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The editor is somewhat senile.


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Surprise! Ray worked today.

"Very often we are our own worst enemy as we foolishly build stumbling blocks on the path that leads to success and happiness."

Louis Binstock





As some of you may remember I work in a food booth run by my Kiwanis Club each August. Our booth is located on the grounds of the Traders Point horse show, one of America’s top Equestrian competitions. I’ll work from about 5:30 AM until mid-morning Monday, Wednesday and Friday this year although today I had to work longer as my relief did not make it. So after a nice country drive home and a crash nap it is time for the daily. Since it is late and I am still in “you worked standing and more” recovery mode I am going to do another repeat.


Ray’s Daily first published August 3, 2005

Boy is this true or what? It seems like we can find all kinds of reasons to avoid opportunity to be happy. I bet you can think of hundreds of reasons why people fail to take a chance on happiness. For some it is the fear that they will do something others will think foolish, others let shyness keep them from letting people know what they have to offer, the list goes on and on. I sometimes think that there are people who are only happy when they are unhappy (think about that one), they are the naysayers we meet every day. I prefer those who holler load and clear, “Here world, here I come.” Dance some, laugh a lot, especially at yourself, and enjoy, it is up to you. So “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead” here we come.


Some one sent me these don’ts that seem to hit the mark:

Don’t ever be reluctant to show your feelings. When you’re happy, give in to it. When you’re not, live with it.

Don’t ever be afraid to try to make things better; you might be surprised at the results.

Don’t ever take the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Don’t ever feel threatened by the future; take life one day at a time.

Don’t ever feel guilty about the past; what’s done is done. Learn from any mistakes you might have made.

Don’t ever feel that you are alone. There is always somebody there for you to reach out to.

Don’t ever forget that you can achieve so many of the things you can imagine. It’s not as hard as it seems.

Don’t ever stop loving, don’t ever stop believing.

Don’t ever stop dreaming your dreams.

Author Unknown


Why not seize the pleasure at once, how often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparations.

Jane Austen


For many of you this will not mean much. For myself and any others that served in the Navy in the fifties this is exactly as it was.

How to Simulate The Life Of A Sailor. . .

Buy a steel dumpster, paint it gray inside & out, & live in it for 6 months.

Repaint your entire house every month.

Raise the thresholds & lower the headers of your front & back doors so that you either trip or bang your head every time you pass through them.

On Mondays, Wednesdays, & Fridays, turn your water heater temperature up to 200 degrees. On Tuesdays & Thursdays, turn the water heater off. On Saturdays & Sundays tell your family they use too much water during the week, so no bathing will be allowed.

Raise your bed to within 6 inches of the ceiling, so you can’t turn over without getting out & then getting back in.

Have your neighbor come over each day at 5 am, blow a whistle loudly, & shout "Reveille, reveille, all hands heave out & trice up."

Empty all the garbage bins in your house & sweep the driveway three times a day, whether it needs it or not.

Post a menu on the kitchen door informing your family that they are having steak for dinner. Then make them wait in line for an hour. When they finally get to the kitchen, tell them you are out of steak, but they can have dried ham or hot dogs. Repeat daily until they ignore the menu & just ask for hot dogs.

Set your alarm clock to go off at random times during the night. At the alarm, jump up & dress as fast as you can, making sure to button your top shirt button & tuck your pants into your socks. Run out into the backyard & uncoil the garden hose.

Make coffee using eighteen scoops of budget-priced coffee grounds per pot, & allow the pot to simmer for 5 hours before drinking.


May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live.


Down in the south, there are many churches known as "answer back" churches. When the preacher says something, the congregation naturally replies.

One Sunday, a preacher was speaking on what it would take for the church to become better.

He said "If this church is to become better, it must take up it’s bed, and walk."

The congregation said "Let it walk, Preacher, let it walk."

Encouraged by their response, he went further.

"If this church is going to become better, it will have to throw aside it’s hindrances and run!"

The congregation replied,

"Let it run, preacher, let it run!"

Now really into his message, he spoke stronger.

"If this church really wants to become great, it will have to take up it’s wings and fly!"

"Let it fly, Preacher, let it fly!" the congregation shouts.

The Preacher gets louder.

"If this church is going to fly, it will cost money!"

The congregation replied.         "Let it walk, Preacher, let it walk."


At times, it is better to keep your mouth shut and let people wonder if you’re a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.

James G. Sinclair


There was a history professor and a psychology professor sitting on a deck at a nudist colony. The history professor asked the psychology professor, "Have you read Marx?"  

The psychology professor replied, "Yes, I think they are from the wicker chairs."  


A mother may hope that her daughter will get a better husband that she did, but she knows her son will never get as good a wife as his father did.


Father O’Malley answers the phone:

"Hello, is this Father O’Malley?"

"It is."

"This is the IRS. Can you help us?"

"I can."

"Do you know a Ted Houlihan?"

"I do."

"Is he a member of your congregation?"

"He is."

"Did he donate $10,000 to the church?"

"He will."


Short skirts have a tendency to make men polite.

Have you ever seen a man get on a bus ahead of one?


When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it’s bottomless, that it doesn’t have any resolution, that this heart is huge, vast, and limitless. You begin to discover how much warmth and gentleness is there, as well as how much space.

Pema Chodron


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.


Ray Mitchell

 Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies.

The editor is somewhat senile.


This daily is sent only to special people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can join at http://groups.google.com/group/Rays-Daily. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.multiply.com/journal currently there are about 1500 readers from all over the world.

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