When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
The last few days have not been easy. I have been concerned about a friend who recently lost her father and who has a seriously ill mother in another part of the state. She has had to manage arrangements and now manage the near and long term future for her family while still staying involved in her important job. I also learned that another good friend who is a respected leader of a global organization is in a rehabilitation facility working on recovery from a debilitating stroke. Then on Saturday while I was in a Salvation Army Disaster Food Service training class I learned that one of my most respected Salvation Army friends was called away to another state because her father is seriously ill. Then yesterday I got a call from the wife of one of my closest friends telling me that my friend is gravely ill in the hospital and as she closed the conversation she asked me to contact our mutual friends to ask them to pray for a miracle, which I have done.
I had been scheduled to attend a musical yesterday but was able to swap the tickets for a performance later in the week. I was glad I could as I had been feeling a little ill and was devastated by the news of my friend’s situation.
I grieve for them all but I especially regret that Peter Johnson, my close friend is so ill. Peter and I have been close for more than twenty years. We have tilted many windmills together, we have got some good things done and have failed on occasion, but through it all we have remained friends. For me he has been, and I hope can continue to be, a special friend. I have many friends and acquaintances but Peter has been special, for we often had “no agenda” meals or visits, we could just sit and share, reminisce and discuss the world around us. Most of my encounters with friends tend to focus on something we are doing together, some way we can help one or the other, but not often enough do they include just getting together. I have been pleased by how many of Peters friends have let me know they are praying for his recovery. I know whatever is in store for him that he will reap the rewards that are provided to the truly good guys.
I also pray that all my friends can live through the grief that we all feel at various times in our lives for we owe it both to ourselves and to others to move on, do what we can while reaping some of the rewards that are earned by those who care for others. I can not help but think back on so many that are no longer with us and I think the following poem best describes the lives of most I have known for they truly lived.
It must be borne in mind that the tragedy of life doesn’t lie in not reaching your goal.
The tragedy lies in having no goal to reach.
It is not a calamity to die with dreams unfulfilled.
But it is a calamity not to dream.
It is not a disaster to be unable to capture your ideal,
But it is a disaster to no ideal to capture.
It is not a disgrace not to reach the stars.
But it is a disgrace not to have stars to reach for.
Not failure, but low aim is a sin.
Dr Benjamin Elijah Mays
‘Say not in grief ‘he is no more’ but live in thankfulness that he was’
Golf is a game in which the slowest people in the world are those in front of you, and the fastest are those behind.
There’s no game like golf: you go out with three friends, play eighteen holes, and return with three enemies.
Golf was once a rich man’s sport, but now it has millions of poor players.
An amateur golfer is one who addresses the ball twice: once before swinging, and once again after swinging.
Life may have no meaning — or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove.
Jake and Saul are two old retired widowers who reside close to each other and do constant welfare checks on each other. Much of their relationship is based on pragmatism rather than real friendship or personal affection. One day, as he drinks his morning coffee, Saul opens the morning paper and turns to the Obits page. He gets the shock of his life when he sees his own obituary in the column. He realizes that the query or info on him by the local newspaper several months earlier, was in preparation for this event. He correctly surmises that it is a mistaken entry from their database, premature and erroneous..
It still excites and rankles him, so he calls Jake up. “Jake, are you up yet?”
Jake sleepily answers, “Yeah, but I’m only now starting my coffee.”
“Jake. open the newspaper to page 31.”
“Why, what’s in the paper?”
“Jake, get the paper and open it to page 31 NOW!”
“Ok, Ok, I’ve got the paper here, so what’s in page 31?”
“Jake, open the paper to page 31 already!”
“All right, don’t be such a pain in the butt so early in the morning already. So, what’s on page 31 that’s so important?”
“Jake, look at the bottom of column 4.”
“Why? What’s that story on?”
“Jake, read the story on the bottom of the column already!”
“OK, OK, I’ll start reading the column if you stop yelling in my ear!”
The paper rustles for a few seconds, then a long silent pause ensues.
Finally, Jake comes on the line quietly and fearfully, “So Saul, where are you calling me from right now?”
“When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished by how much he’d learned in seven years.”
A strained voice called out through the darkened theater, “Please, is there a doctor in the house?!”
Several men stood up as the lights came on. An older lady pulled her daughter to stand next to her, “Good, are any of you doctors single and interested in a date with a nice, Jewish girl?”
Every minute spent angry is sixty seconds of happiness wasted.
In a software design meeting, we were using typical technical jargon to discuss a data exchange interface with a vendor. One co-worker said the programming we had ordered was delayed because the vendor was suffering from a “severe nonlinear waterfowl issue.” Curious, the team leader raised his eyebrows and asked, “What exactly is that?”
The programmer replied, “They don’t have all their ducks in a row.”
When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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