At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.
I had a great day yesterday digging back into my records and contacting old colleagues at the request of the US Fund for UNICEF. They have a worthwhile project underway as a follow-up to the successful Kiwanis International/UNICEF partnership that resulted in protecting millions of new born babies from mental retardation around the world each year. Since I had played a major role in the past effort and retained much of our history while continuing to retain contacts with some of the major players it was relatively easy to get done what was needed to help make the current effort possible.
As most of you know I feel that my years with the Kiwanis/UNICEF project were the most important years of my working life. Our joint effort and that of the partners helping to virtually eliminate the worlds leading preventable cause of mental retardation, Iodine Deficiency Disorders (IDD) provided an opportunity to do what few people get to do and that is make life better for millions. I will always be grateful that I was selected to be a player.
I cannot describe the good feelings I had as I pulled up anecdotes, statistics, and reports of past progress from retained computer discs. I was moved by the enthusiastic response I got from past partners who I had not spoken to for sometime. Even better was the fact that it appears that the work paid off and that the project deadlines will be met and positive outcomes will be made possible.
At the end of the day I again realized the value of revisiting the best periods of our past. But in this case it was not just basking in the warmth of fond memories; it was the ability to connect with some of the people who enriched my lfe. I realize now that what I have failed to do in the past was to reconnect once in awhile and let people know how much I appreciate them and what they have done to make my best times possible. It seems we move so fast these days that we don’t take time to hold on to folks that have given there time, hands and often their hearts as they brightened our lives. In a small way this Daily allows me to stay loosely connected but maybe that is not enough.
How about you and I deciding that we are not going to let the important people in our lives linger only in our memories but we are going to drop them a note or give them a call once in awhile to let them know how much we have appreciated all the have done and for so many and what they continue to do. In my experience expressed gratitude is the soil from which even greater accomplishments can be harvested.
“Learn everything you can, anytime you can, from anyone you can – there will always come a time when you will be grateful you did.”
A driver pulled up beside a rundown farmhouse. He got out and knocked at the door. An elderly woman answered the door, and he asked her for directions to Des Moines.
"Don’t know," the woman said.
He got back in his car and pulled away. Then he heard voices. He looked in his rear view mirror and saw the woman and an equally old man waving for him to come back. So he made a U-turn and drove up to them.
"This is my husband," the old woman said. "He doesn’t know how to get to Des Moines either!"
Everybody wants to do something to help, but nobody wants to be the first.
Two paramedics are sent to check on a 92-year-old man who has become disoriented. They decide to take him to the hospital for evaluation.
While the paramedics are rushing him to the hospital with sirens blaring, one of them talks to the man to determine how aware he is.
Leaning close, the paramedic asks, "Sir, do you know what we’re doing right now?"
The old fellow slowly looks up at him, then gazes out the ambulance window.
"Oh," he replies, "I’d say about 50, maybe 55."
When I was young we used to go "skinny dipping," now I just "chunky dunk."
Mary was married to a male chauvinist. They both worked full time, but he never did anything around the house and certainly not any housework. That, he declared, was woman’s work.
One evening Mary arrived home from work to find the children bathed, a load of wash in the washing machine and another in the dryer, dinner on the stove and a beautifully set table, complete with flowers. She was astonished, and she immediately wanted to know what was going on. It turned out that Charley, her husband, had read a magazine article that suggested working wives would be more romantically inclined if they weren’t so tired from having to do all the housework in addition to holding down a full-time job.
The next day, she couldn’t wait to tell her friends in the office. "How did it work out?" they asked. "Well, it was a great dinner," Mary said. "Charley even cleaned up, helped the kids with their homework, folded the laundry and put everything away."
"But what about afterward?" her friends wanted to know. "It didn’t work out," Mary said. "Charley was too tired."
"You know you’re getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you’re down there."
An American attorney had just finished a guest lecture at a law school in Italy when an Italian lawyer approached him and asked, "Is it true that a person can fall down on a sidewalk in your country and then sue the landowners for lots of money?"
Told that it was true, the lawyer turned to his partner and started speaking rapidly in Italian. When they stopped, the American attorney asked if they wanted to go to America to practice law.
"No, no," one replied. "We want to go to America and fall down on sidewalks."
"The longest word in the English language is the one that follows the phrase, ‘And now a word from our sponsor’."
A group of burglars were robbing a bank. One of them pointed a gun at a teller’s head and shouted: "Give me all your money, or you’ll be GEOGRAPHY!"
The cashier laughed and said, "You mean H I S T O R Y!"
The burglar shouted back, "Don’t change the subject."
If you want the last word in an argument, say, "You’re right."
He loved living in Staten Island, but he wasn’t crazy about the ferry. Miss a ferry late at night, and you have to spend the next hour or so wandering the deserted streets of lower Manhattan.
So when he spotted a ferry no more than fifteen feet from the dock, he decided he wouldn’t subject himself to an hour’s wait. He made a running leap and landed on his hands and knees, a little bruised maybe, but safe on deck.
He got up, brushed himself off, and announced proudly to a bystander, "Well, I made that one, didn’t I?"
"Sure did," the bystander said. "But you should have waited a minute or two. The ferry is just about to dock."
A recipe is a series of step by step instructions for preparing ingredients you forgot to buy, in utensils you do not own, to make a dish that even the dog won’t eat.
“We are all in the same boat in a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty.”
G. K. Chesterton
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