Life is what you make of it. Always has been, always will be.
I had a good thing happen yesterday, a physician friend that I had known since her med school days resurfaced after we had lost contact a few years ago. This is a special person who cares for others more than anyone else I know. I learned from her that the truly kind are also vulnerable to the uncaring but they don’t let the insensitivity of others keep them from doing all they can for others. We plan on meeting for coffee soon and I am looking forward to it as she is someone who reenergizes all that is good in others.
Ralph Marston wrote a piece not long ago that reminds me of how I react when I am with my friend, I recommend what he has offered us as one of the secrets of living the good life. Here is what he wrote:
Let life inspire you
Let life inspire you. No matter what happens, you can choose to be inspired by it.
If you make a mistake, let it inspire you to be more careful and diligent next time. When you’re having a great time, let it inspire you to create even more positive experiences.
Each time you see kindness, be inspired to pass it forward.
If you encounter deception or injustice, feel inspired to raise your world above it.
Anything can inspire you when you choose to let it. You can even be inspired for no reason at all.
Be inspired by the big accomplishments and by the small, simple moments as well. An inspired life is a life that’s rich, and it’s a life you can choose no matter what.
If there’s a reason to be inspired or if there is not, be inspired. Bring your spirit fully to life, and raise your life to a higher, more enriching level.
Life is meaningless only if we allow it to be. Each of us has the power to give life meaning, to make our time and our bodies and our words into instruments of love and hope.
Note: No Daily tomorrow, I will be leaving on a one day exploration at 6 AM.
Once upon a time in Colorado, the chief of an Indian tribe, the Navajo’s, had a very beautiful daughter. She was of marrying age and many braves were wanting the daughter’s hand in marriage.
Being a wise chief, he decided that he wanted his daughter to marry the bravest and strongest and wisest brave of the bunch. So he held a contest. All the eligible bachelors were to go hunting. The brave that brought back the biggest and best ‘catch’ would be given the chief’s daughter in marriage.
A lot of braves turned out for this event. On Monday morning they all set out, bows and arrows in hand. Tuesday afternoon comes and all the braves had returned with their killings–except for three: Running Bear, Sitting Bull, and Falling Rock.
On Wednesday morning, Running Bear finally returns; bringing in a really big black bear, weighing 480 ponds and is 7 feet in length. Obviously, the chief was quite impressed. This was the best killing of all….so far. But, of course, they had to wait for the remaining two before he could award his daughter to Running Bear.
On Wednesday night, under a full moon, Sitting Bull returns to the camp and brings back a really big cougar: it’s even bigger than the black bear Running Bear came home with! The cougar weighed 620 pounds and was
7-1/2 feet long. Clearly, Sitting Bull was about to win the chief’s daughter in marriage.
Excitement rose within the camp. Everyone was pretty sure that Falling Rock would not be able to top Sitting Bull’s catch.
Thursday comes and goes. Friday came and went…..Saturday came and went……The weeks turn into months, and soon, the months into years, and still….Falling Rock did not return.
It was soon getting obvious, the aging chief could not wait forever for Falling Rock to return. So he granted his daughter to Sitting Bull.
There was much celebrating, after which the pair lived happily ever after.
The tribe no longer waited for the wayward brave, but they did keep their eyes open whenever they rode the trails—just in case.
And today? Well, you will still see in Colorado those signs that say…"Watch for Falling Rock".
CATS REGARD PEOPLE AS WARM-BLOODED FURNITURE.
Bob, a 70 year old extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the Country Club with a breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy 25 year-old blonde who knocks everyone’s socks off with her youthful sex appeal and charm who hangs over Bob’s arm and listens intently to his every word.
His buddies at the club are all aghast. They corner him and ask, "Bob, how’d you get the trophy girlfriend?"
Bob replies, "Girlfriend? She’s my wife!"
They’re knocked over, but continue to ask. "So, how’d you persuade her to marry you?"
Bob says, "I lied about my age."
His friends respond, "What do you mean? Did you tell her you were only 50?"
Bob smiles and says, "No, I told her I was 90."
Inanimate objects can be classified scientifically into three major categories:
Those that don’t work, those that break down, and those that get lost.
Steinberg needs a job, and has no qualms about inventing the necessary qualifications to get it. He reasons that once he finds work, he will impress the boss so much that everything will be forgiven.
After a successful initial interview with the Encyclopedia of American History, he is called back to meet the Sales Manager.
"You say you have experience selling books?" the manager asks.
"Oh yes, lots of it," replies Steinberg
"And you say you have a master’s in American history from the University of Michigan?" the manager asks.
"That is correct," replies Steinberg. "American history is my field of study."
"Well, then," says the sales manager. "With these qualifications, as soon as I can complete this form, we can get you started in our firm."
While the sales manager is making a few notations, Steinberg, obviously pleased with himself, begins to look around the room. Steinberg notices pictures of Washington and Lincoln on the wall. Pointing to the portraits, Steinberg turns to the sales manager and says, "Fine-looking men. Your partners?"
I don’t mind that my grandson is earning more than I did on my first job.
What disturbs me is he’s just seven, and it’s his allowance!
Setting off the alarm while passing through a metal detector at McCarran Intl. Airport in Las Vegas, a blonde traveler was asked by a security agent if she had any change in her pockets.
"Gee," the blonde says, turning towards her husband, I told you we should of gone to Florida instead…..everyone here expects to be tipped."
We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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