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Archive for March, 2011

Thanks for understanding

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.

Philip K. Dick

Hi everyone. I know I owe many of you a response to your e-mails. I have been somewhat overwhelmed lately, please don’t give up on me I really do hope to catch up. I was somewhat staggered yesterday morning when I found I had more than 800 e-mails in just one of my accounts, some had been there for awhile but the rate has increased in recent days driven in part by world events. Fortunately about 40% of the messages were spam and notifications of winning amazing amounts of money and super opportunities to become rich. I did not accept any of these gracious gifts since I am in tax avoidance mood and have had some success by keeping my income to a minimum.

It is not all bad news though as I have been fortunate lately since I have been given the opportunity to work on some significant projects. I also have spent some time with friends who are going through some tough times and I have appreciated that they have allowed me to share at least a little bit of their burdens. I find that life can be pretty tough sometimes and when it is people seem to wonder if anyone really understands or even cares. Sometimes our pain results in our focusing in on it to the point we cannot find relief. I find that it is times like that that a caring friend can help us find hope as they help see those things we so often overlook, not by telling us what’s there but helping us discover our own answers.

I find that when we accept reality we have taken the first step of planning how we can live with it and even sometimes use it as a launching pad that allows us to make a positive move.

Today I would like to share with you Ralph Marston’s take on accepting reality, I think he is right on.

Total acceptance

It is through total acceptance of what is, that you gain total control of what can be. By allowing life to come to you, you empower your purpose to radiate out from you.

You cannot successfully fight against what is. For the moment you choose to fight, you’re fighting against a past that cannot be changed.

Accept the energy that comes to you in this now moment, whatever flavor that energy may be. Apply that energy to create a beautiful future filled with joy and positive purpose.

Embrace each circumstance as it comes into your awareness. By doing so you will gain access to its positive possibilities.

Live from a place of deep-seated peace. Instead of jumping into a reaction at every turn of events, exude a consistent, confident purpose.

Lovingly accept every bit of life as it comes your way. And you will always find much to truly love.


To treat your facts with imagination is one thing, but to imagine your facts is another.

John Burroughs



Everything can be filed under ‘miscellaneous.’

Never delay the ending of a meeting or the beginning of a cocktail hour.

Important letters that contain no errors will develop errors in the mail.

There is never enough time to do it right the first time, but there is always enough time to do it over.

If you are good, you will be assigned all the work. If you are really good, you will get out of it.

If it wasn’t for the last minute, nothing would get done.

At work, the authority of a person is inversely proportional to the number of pens that person is carrying.

No one gets sick on Wednesdays.

The longer the title, the less important the job.

Once a job is fouled up, anything done to improve it makes it worse.


The probability of someone watching you is proportional to the stupidity of your action.

James Francis Owens


“I bought my brother some gift-wrap for his birthday. I took it to the Gift Wrap Department and told them to wrap it, but in a different print so he would know when to stop unwrapping.”


Heredity is what sets the parents of a teenager wondering about each other.


Two men sank into adjacent train seats after a long day in the city.

One asked the other, “Your son go back to college yet?”

“Two days ago.”

“Hmm. Mine’s a senior this year, so it’s almost over. In May, he’ll be an engineer.”

“What’s your boy going to be when he gets out of college?”

“At the rate he’s going, I’d say he’ll be about thirty.”

“No, I mean what’s he taking in college?”

“He’s taking every penny I make.”

“Doesn’t he burn the midnight oil enough?”

“He doesn’t get in early enough to burn the midnight oil.”

“Well, has sending him to college done anything at all?”

“Sure has! It’s totally cured his mother of bragging about him!”


My friends tell me that I refuse to grow up, but I know they’re just jealous because they don’t have pajamas with feet.

Tom Sims


The Perfect Pastor

The perfect pastor preaches exactly 10 minutes.

He condemns sin roundly but never hurts anyone’s feelings.

He works from 8 AM until midnight and is also the church janitor.

The perfect pastor makes $40 a week, wears good clothes, drives a good car, buys good books, and donates $30 a week to the church.

He is 29 years old and has 40 years experience.

Above all, he is handsome.

The perfect pastor has a burning desire to work with teenagers, and he spends most of his time with the senior citizens.

He smiles all the time with a straight face because he has a sense of humor that keeps him seriously dedicated to his church.

He makes 15 home visits a day and is always in his office to be handy when needed.

The perfect pastor always has time for church council and all of its committees. He never misses the meeting of any church organization and is always busy evangelizing the unchurched.

The perfect pastor is always in the next church over!

If your pastor does not measure up, simply send this notice to six other churches that are tired of their pastor, too.

Then bundle up your pastor and send him to the church at the top of the list.

If everyone cooperates, in one week you will receive 1,643 pastors.

One of them should be perfect.

Have faith in this letter. One church broke the chain and got its old pastor back in less than three months.


“Economists report that a college education adds many thousands of dollars to a man’s lifetime income — which he then spends sending his son to college.”

Bill Vaughan


A husband stepped on one of those penny scales that tell you your fortune and weight, and dropped in a coin. “Listen to this,” he said to his wife, showing her a small, white card. “It says I’m energetic, bright, resourceful and a great husband.”

“Yeah,” his wife nodded, “and it has your weight wrong, too.”


“The reality of the other person lies not in what he reveals to you, but what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says, but rather to what he does not say.”

Kahlil Gibran


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. 

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Sharing is caring

Once we discover how to appreciate the timeless values in our daily experiences, we can enjoy the best things in life.

Harry Hepner


In a couple of days my Kiwanis Club will host a number of guests some who I hope will share our interest and join with us on a regular basis. As I was thinking about the event and the folks we invited it reminded me of a Daily I wrote about five years ago that talked about our sharing those things meaningful to ourselves with those we care about, so rather than writing something new I thought I would share with you what I wrote then. There are so many things we can do together I hope you find the same rewards that I have found as I have served with others.



I spent a little time with an old friend yesterday discussing the fact that we often don’t recognize what we have. Specifically we were talking about a service club where we are members.

Our club, like many others has three elements that provide each of our members rewards in varying degrees. First, it provides us the opportunity to spend time with people from different disciplines, generations, and interests; soon it becomes the breeding ground for the development of lifetime friendships. The second element that makes our membership special is the opportunity to hear speakers we would never hear elsewhere. We learn about our community, we get the news behind the news, and gain insight into the issues of the day. The third and most important component of our membership is our ability to find opportunities to help others. So many of us want to give something back to the communities in which we live but just can’t find the vehicle to do so on our own.

Sounds great doesn’t it? Unfortunately too many of us don’t realize just what we have and how much it benefits our mind and our soul. Like so many things we just take it all for granted. It is only when we stop and take stock of the good things in our lives that we truly understand how fortunate we are. Which brings me to where our conversation ended up this morning, if the experience has so much going for it, why don’t we invite our friends and colleagues to join us?

You and I each have something that is special to us, often it is something we can share, and in my experience the sharing makes it even better. I personally think that there is no greater gift we can offer others than the opportunity to share in the good things that are in our lives. Too often the things we take for granted appear to lose their value when in reality they have great worth, they are often the jewels that stay hidden because we forget they are there.

So share your joy; there is no greater gift you can give to others. And please appreciate all you have, too often we overlook the good things in our lives, things that will become the memories that will mean so much in the future.


Love wholeheartedly, be surprised, give thanks and praise–then you will discover the fullness of your life.

Brother David Steindl-Rast


The paper machine’s speed controlled drive system was down and the company was losing $10,000 an hour in profits. They placed an emergency call to the General Electric repair service, and since it was 3:00 am on Saturday night, the only repair man they had available was old Charlie.

Old Charlie had been a repairman for 35 years and was only two years from retirement. He had seen it all and wasn’t impressed by much. As old Charlie pulled up to the guard shack at the plant entrance, he was waved through and greeted by no one less than the plant manager. “Thank goodness you’re here” he said “How long will it take you to fix it?” Now Charlie had had nothing more than the sketchiest description of the problem but he replied without hesitation, “Oh about fifteen minutes”.

“Great!” replied the plant manager, “My men will show you where the drive controls are and get you anything you need.” After three hours of testing, reading prints, asking questions, the drive system was still not working. The plant manager became increasingly enraged and accosted old Charlie, “I thought you said you could fix this thing in FIFTEEN MINUTES!” “I can and I will,” he replied, “As soon as I figure out what the heck is wrong with it!”


Memory is a child walking along the seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.

Pierce Harris


She shares one of her secrets:

How to Start Your Day With A Positive Outlook……

1. Open a new file in your PC.

2. Name it “Housework.”

3. Send it to the RECYCLE BIN

4. Empty the RECYCLE BIN

5. Your PC will ask you, “Are you sure you want to delete Housework permanently?”

6. Answer calmly, “Yes,” and press the mouse button firmly….

7. Feel better? . . . .                        (thought so.)


It is good to question authority, but not mine.


As I drove into a parking lot, I noticed that a pickup truck with a dog sitting behind the wheel was rolling toward a female pedestrian.  She seemed oblivious, so I hit my horn to get her attention.  She looked up just in time to jump out of the way of the truck’s path, and the vehicle bumped harmlessly into the curb and stopped.

I rushed to the woman’s side to see if she was all right. “I’m fine,” she assured me, “but if that dog hadn’t honked…”


Public opinion flourishes where there are no ideas.


Bloopers from Sunday School Students

The Fifth Commandment is humor thy mother and father.

A Christian should have only one wife. This is called monotony.

The epistles were the wives of the apostles.

When Mary heard that she was the Mother of Jesus, she sang the Magna Carta.


Some folks call their banks to get their balance.  I just shake mine.


Little Johnny and his father ran a one-mule farm and barely eked out a living. One day, Little Johnny hit the lottery, winning $50,000.

He burned rubber into town, collected his money, and left more rubber all the way back home, where he told his father the good news and handed him a $50 bill.

The father looked at the money for a moment and then said, “Little Johnny, you know I’ve always been careful with what little money we had. I didn’t spend it on whiskey or women or frivolous things. In fact, I couldn’t even afford a license to legally marry your Ma.”

“Pa!” Little Johnny exclaims, “do you know what that makes me?”

“Sure do,” said his father, fingering the fifty-dollar bill, “and a damn cheap one too!”


Your child has started growing up when he stops asking you where he came from and starts refusing to tell you where he’s going.


Morris Cohen phones a local mental hospital and asks the receptionist if there is anybody in room 36. She goes and checks, and comes back to the phone, telling him, “No, the room is empty.” “Good,” says Morris. ” Unless your lying . . . that means I must have really escaped!”


Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; 

cherish the music that stirs in your heart,

the beauty that forms in your mind,

the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts,

for out of them will grow delightful conditions;

of these if you but remain true to them,

your world will at last be built.

James Allen


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 request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@yahoo.com. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.multiply.com/journal and https://raykiwsp.wordpress.com/ currently there are about 2000 readers from around the world.

We’re needed

“Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean.”

Ryunosuke Satoro


I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to lose everyone you loved and cared about forever, or to lose your home and all your worldly possessions with no place to go and no longer any place to earn a living. As I have watched the devastation in Japan after the earthquake and tsunami and the concern generated by possible radiation leaks from destroyed nuclear power plants I can not help but realize just how good my worst days really were. I am not sure that I would have the strength and mental toughness needed to just survive. I am again reminded just how grateful I should be for all that I have been given.

It is again time for those of us who by the grace of god live well to act and do what we can for those who have lost so much. If we can’t donate money we might be able to volunteer at the Salvation Army or Red Cross to either relieve someone who can participate in disaster relief or possibly help coordinate home based disaster support. We also must not lose sight of the work already in progress and the others less fortunate that also need our help. For example I recently had coffee with the head of disaster relief for the Salvation Army’s Indiana Division who had just returned from Haiti where he told me that there are at least five more years of work to be done just to be able to provide for the basic needs of the Haitian people. It is important that we guard against the temptation to abandon work in progress for the major catastrophes that take place periodically.

I know it is not easy for some of us with rising food and fuel prices along with so many homeless and jobless who are in need in our own community, and yet if not us, who? Even the minimum we may have on our table is so much more than those who have nothing that we can let them share a little of our bounty. I truly believe that the tragedy that touches our spirit and motivates us to give what we can provides us a great opportunity to invest in our soul. We are part of mankind and without our humanity our global existence is at risk slipping into chaos. Like they say I might not be able to do everything but I at least can do something.


Here is something my friends in the U.S. can do right now:

Four ways people can contribute money to The Salvation Army’s disaster relief efforts in Japan:

Text the words “Japan” or “Quake” to 80888 to make a $10 donation.

By phone: 1-800-SAL-ARMY

On-line at: http://www.salvationarmyindiana.org

By mail: Send your check, marked “Japan earthquake relief” to

The Salvation Army Indiana Division

3100 North Meridian St.

Indpls, IN  46208 


“Each of us as human beings has a responsibility to reach out to help our brothers and sisters affected by disasters. One day it may be us or our loved ones needing someone to reach out and help.”

Michael W. Hawkins


I was tempted to skip the humor today but I think we need a little humor as a temporary respite from the tragedies around us.



Some guys in a pickup truck drove into a lumberyard. One of them walked into the office and said, “We need some four-by-twos.”

“You mean two-by-fours, don’t you?” asked the clerk. The fellow replied, “Um, I’ll have to check with the rest of the boys.”  He went out to his truck and within a few minutes returned to the clerk stating, “Yep, I meant two-by-fours.”

“Alright,” replied the clerk. “How long do you need them?”

He stood there scratching his head while pondering this question and replied, “Well, um, a long time.  We’re gonna build a house.”


One day at the veterinarian’s office cat, a man and the receptionist were verbally sparring. After a few moments a technician came to her co-worker’s defense.

“Sir…Do you know what happens to aggressive males in this office???”


Minds are like parachutes–they work best when open.

Thomas R. Dewar


Some newly married friends were visiting us when the topic of children came up. The bride said she wanted three children, while the young husband said two would be enough for him.

They discussed this discrepancy for a few minutes until the husband thought he’d put an end to things by saying boldly, “After our second child, I’ll just have a vasectomy.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, the bride retorted, “Well, I hope you’ll love the third one as if it’s your own.”


Sally told her friend, “I was worried that my mechanic might try to rip me off, so I was relieved when he told me all I needed was blinker fluid.”


A faith healer asked Moshe how his family was getting along. “They ‘re all fine,” Moshe said, “except my uncle. He’s very sick.”

“Your uncle is not sick,” the faith healer said. “He THINKS he’s sick.”

Two weeks later, the faith healer ran into Moshe on the street. “How is your uncle getting along?” he asked.

Moshe shrugged, “He THINKS he’s dead.”


A very wise mute once said:


In Japan, the fat intake in the average Japanese diet is very low and the heart disease ratio is lower than in North America and the UK.

However, in France, the average fat intake is very high, and yet, the heart disease ratio is lower than in North America and the UK.

In India almost no one drinks red wine and the heart disease ratio is lower than in North America and the UK.

In Spain, everybody drinks too much red wine and the heart disease ratio is lower than in North America and the UK.

In Algeria, the average sexual activity ratio is very low and the heart disease ratio is lower than in North America and the UK.

In Brazil, everybody has sex like crazy and the heart disease ratio is lower than in North America and the UK.

Conclusion: Drink, eat and all the sex you want. It’s speaking English that kills you.


You will be happier if you will give people a bit of your heart rather than a piece of your mind.

Author unknown


Tenant: The people upstairs are very annoying. Last night they stomped and banged on the floor until after midnight.

Landlord: Did they wake you?

Tenant: No. Luckily I was up, playin’ my tuba.”


“For it is in giving that we receive.”

St. Francis of Assisi


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 request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@yahoo.com. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.multiply.com/journal and https://raykiwsp.wordpress.com/ currently there are about 2000 readers from around the world.

Those were the days

There is never a wrong time to do the right thing.


Sorry I can’t stop and visit this morning, I am off with the wind to do this and that. I am fairly good at this, but have a ways to go with that. Wish me luck. I hope today’s reprint is not too fuzzy I blew off most of the dust. Have a great weekend and if you decide to do something wild and crazy don’t get caught, just have fun.

Ray’s Daily first published on March 11, 2004

Few people remember that Chicago was a major radio broadcast center in the days before television. Each radio day was filled with soap operas, kid’s shows, game shows, variety, comedy, and more. Many if not, most of these shows originated in Chicago and many were broadcast live with studio audiences. I lived in Chicago in those days and was fortunate to be able to attend many of these broadcasts, some of you may remember the Don McNeal breakfast club, Mr. First Nighter, Stella Dallas, Jack Armstrong, the Green Hornet, the Shadow, Let’s Pretend, Jack Benny, and I could name maybe 100 more, many that then came from my hometown, Chicago.

What brought this to mind was the fact that the last broadcast of National Barn Dance was on this day in 1950. A Chicago version of the Grand Ole Opry, the live show regularly drew audiences of more than 1,000 people to see country music acts in person, if I recall we use to see it at the Chicago Amphitheatre. The program was first aired locally on WLS in Chicago in 1924 and was picked up by NBC in 1929. NBC’s version of the show featured a mix of ballads, sentimental songs, a ballroom dance orchestra, and popular performers such as “The Singing Cowboy” Gene Autry and “Olaf the Swede,” who sang well-known songs with a Swedish accent. Each episode began with, “Hail, Hail, the Gang’s All Here!” Every time I hear the Prairie Home Companion on public radio I think I am back home listening to the latest broadcast of the National Barn Dance.

For most of its run, the radio show aired for an hour on Saturday nights, but the live show could run up to four hours. Among the stars of the show in the early 1930s was Patsy Montana, who became the first female country-western singer to sell a million albums. The show also helped launch the careers of the Williams Brothers, an Iowa quartet that included Andy Williams.

I still find it fun to relive the days of radio through the old time radio tapes and records I have collected over the years. Those were the days of magnificent scenery, majestic adventures, graphic thrills since all we saw was a product of our minds eye. We listened intently to the dialogue and visualized the rest in our imagination. I often feel we have lost something important because today we are presented with programs that give us everything and no longer leave anything to the imagination. I fear that many of us have lost a taste for the language of the theatre as good dialogue has been replaced by spectacle. If true it is a tragic loss of one of life’s great rewards.


We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.

George Eliot


Why Dogs Are Better Than Kids:

It doesn’t take 45 minutes to get a dog ready to go outside in the winter.

Dogs cannot lie.

Dogs never resist nap time.

You don’t need to get extra phone lines for a dog.

Dogs don’t pester you about getting a kid.

Dogs don’t care if the peas have been touched by the mashed potatoes.

Average cost of sending a dog to school:  $42…  Average cost of sending a kid: $103,000…

Dogs are housebroken by the time they are 12 weeks old.

Your dog is not embarrassed if you sing in public.

If your dog is a bad seed, your genes cannot be blamed.

Debbie, Terry, and Tracy, I didn’t mean you, Dad.


Cats regard people as warm-blooded furniture


You are sitting behind the wheel in a car keeping a constant speed, on you left side there is an abyss. On your right side you have a fire engine and it keeps the same speed as you. In front of you runs a pig, larger than you car. A helicopter is following you, at ground level. Both the helicopter and the pig are keeping the same speed as you. What will you need to do to be able to stop?

Answer: Get out of the car, step down from the merry-go-round and leave you seat to someone younger. The children’s merry-go-round in the amusement park is primarily for the younger children.


For every minute you are angry with someone, you lose 60 seconds of happiness that you can never get back.


A woman, on meeting a psychologist at a party, made a pitch for some free professional advice.  “What kind of toy would you suggest giving a little boy on his third birthday?” she asked.

“First I’d have to know more about the child,” the psychologist hedged.

The woman took a deep breath. “He’s very bright and quick-witted and exceptionally advanced for his age,” she said. “He has good coordination, expresses himself very well…”

“Oh, I see,” the psychologist said, “It’s YOUR child!”


Lord, help me to be the person my dog thinks I am.


Miss Smith and Little Johnny’s father were having a parent teacher conference.  Miss Smith said to Little Johnny’s father, “Well, at least there’s one thing I can say about your son.”

Little Johnny’s father asked, “What’s that?”

“With grades like these, he couldn’t possibly be cheating.”


Always use tasteful words. You may have to eat them.


The Veterinarian said: A client brought a litter of golden retriever puppies to my veterinary clinic for inoculations and worming. As the look-alike pups squirmed over and under one another in their box, I realized it would be difficult to tell the treated ones from the rest.

I turned on the water faucet, wet my fingers, and moistened each dog’s head when I had finished a treatment.

After the fourth puppy, I noticed my hitherto talkative client had grown silent. As I sprinkled the last pup’s head, the woman leaned forward and she whispered, “I didn’t know they had to be baptized.”


Parents work hard to give their children a better life than they had….and then complain about how easy the kids have it.


A new senate page was reporting for duty on Capitol Hill in Washington. The department head who was giving him his instructions said, “And another thing. You must remember the  telephone number here. IF you are ever calling in from an outside line you must dial Capitol 4-3121.”

Then, noticing the puzzled look on the page’s face, he said, “What’s the  matter? You look as though you don’t understand.”

“Oh, nothing’s the matter,” the page said. “I just don’t know how to dial a capital four!”


And on the 8th day God said, “OK Murphy, you take over.”


Did you hear about the Irish schoolboy who was studying Greek Mythology?

When the teacher asked him to name something that was half-man and half-beast he replied “Buffalo Bill.”


But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.

Benjamin Disraeli


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 request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@yahoo.com. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.multiply.com/journal and https://raykiwsp.wordpress.com/ currently there are about 2000 readers from around the world.

Thanks for the feedback

“He has a right to criticize, who has a heart to help.”

Abraham Lincoln


 I still sometimes have trouble with criticism, you would think that after a long life filled with criticism, much of it justified, I would do a better job. When I wonder sometimes why I let it bother me I realize that more often then not it is that I am concerned that I let somebody down. Often it is the result of disconnect between what someone else expected and what I understood they knew or wanted. I have tried to minimize these occurrences by summarizing and feeding back to others to verify we are on the same page. Of course more often than not it is because I was wrong or someone else sees the world in a different light.

What I do know is that criticism is a normal part of life, ask any husband or wife. Constructive criticism is a gift, accurate criticism is an opportunity and erroneous criticism is valuable information that can be used to clarify and resolve issues. We all like to be liked by others but unfortunately some of us react so negatively to a critic that pretty soon they just hold their piece and we miss what might have been helpful. In my case I find thanking the critic for their input neutralizes any feelings of animosity and allows me to try to objectively understand the other point of view.

Happiness guru Gretchen Ruben shared her thoughts on handling criticism awhile back and I thought you might find what she wrote helpful, I did. Here is what she said:


8 tips for dealing calmly with criticism.

I have a very hard time being criticized, corrected, or accused – even of the smallest mistakes – and I react very angrily. I struggle to respond calmly and constructively — even when it’s something like my six-year-old saying, “You forgot to put my library book in my backpack.” It’s all I can do not to snarl, “Why didn’t you remember your library book?” Zoikes, how I try to be more mild-mannered and easy-going! Here are some of the strategies that I try to use to accept criticism.

1. Listen to what a critic is saying. Really listen, try to understand that point of view, don’t just nod while you formulate your retorts.

2. Don’t be defensive. This is the toughest step for me. With my writing, for example, I always have to take a deep breath before reading an edit letter or meeting with an editor, to remind myself, “I welcome criticism. This person is helping me. I want to hear how to improve my book/article/post.” Act the way you want to feel! That’s my Third Commandment. It’s really uncannily effective; acting friendly and eager to learn makes me feel friendlier and more eager to learn. Along the same lines…

3. Don’t fire back by criticizing your critic. Your comments will just sound defensive, and you’ll escalate the exchange. This urge is very difficult to resist, because the impulse to justify and attack is strong when you feel criticized, but it isn’t helpful, and it certainly isn’t effective.

4. Delay your reaction. Count to ten, take a deep breath, sleep on it, wait until the next day to send that email…any kind of delay is good. I find it’s much easier to apply this rule when I’m responding in writing. I’ve trained myself to think long and hard before hitting “send” or “enter.”

5. Explain honestly the reason for your actions. Sometimes it’s tempting to re-characterize your actual feelings, actions, and motives. Usually, though, that just complicates things more. It becomes impossible to have an honest exchange.

6. Admit your mistakes. This is extremely effective. When I got my first job, my father told me, “If you take the blame when you deserve it, you’ll get the responsibility.” I’ve found that to be very true. Difficult, but true. Admitting mistakes is the first step, then…

7. Explain what you’ve learned. If you can show a critic that you’ve learned something, you prove that you’ve understood the criticism and tried to act on it. That, itself, usually mollifies critics.

8. Enjoy the fun of failure. Re-frame the issue entirely to embrace criticism. Fact is, trying new things and aiming high opens you to criticism. I tell myself to enjoy the fun of failure to try to re-frame failure and criticism as part of the fun. Otherwise, my dread of criticism can paralyze me.


“Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.”

Winston Churchill


Poor Johnson had spent his life making wrong decisions. If he bet on a horse, it would lose; if he chose one elevator rather than another, it was the one he chose that stalled between floors; the line he picked before the bank teller’s cage never moved; the lane he chose in traffic crawled; the day he picked the picnic was the day of a cloudburst; and so it went, day after day, year after year.

Then, once, it became necessary for Johnson to travel to some city a thousand miles away and do it quickly. A plane was the only possible conveyance that would get him there in time, and it turned out that only one company supplied only one flight that would do. His heart bounded. There was no choice to make! And if he made no choice, surely he could come to no grief. He took the plane. Imagine his horror when, midway in the flight, the plane’s engines caught fire and it became obvious the plane would crash in moments.

Johnson broke into fervent prayer to his favorite saint , Saint Francis. He pleaded, “I have never in my life made the right choice. Why this should be, I don’t know, but I have borne my cross and have not complained. On this occasion, however, I did not make a choice; this was the only plane I could take and I had to take it. Why, then, am I being punished?”

He had no sooner finished when a giant hand swooped down out of the clouds and somehow snatched him from the plane. There he was, miraculously suspended two miles above the earth’s surface, while the plane spiraled downward far below.

A heavenly voice came down from the clouds. “My son, I can save you, if you have in truth called upon me.”

“Yes, I called on you,” cried Johnson. “I called on you, Saint Francis!”

“Ah,” said the heavenly voice, “Saint Francis Xavier or Saint Francis of Assisi. Which?”


Character–the willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life–is the source from which self-respect springs.

Joan Didion


The FDA is planning to issue a Guideline for Gourmets that advises you to:

A.  List your ten favorite foods.

B.  List your five favorite beverages.

C.  List all green vegetables that look like marsh grass, fur balls, or little trees.

D.  List water.

E.  Avoid A & B; eat only C; drink only D.


A married couple were having a disagreement while sitting in bed. The wife said to her husband, “You’re impossible,” to which the husband replied, “No. I’m next to impossible.”


Three blondes [natural] died and found themselves standing before St.Peter. He told them that before they could enter the Kingdom, they had to tell him what Easter was.

The first blond said,” Easter is a holiday where they have a big feast and we give thanks and eat turkey.” St.Peter said “Noooooo,” and he banished her to hell.

The second blonde said,” Easter is when we celebrate Jesus birth and exchange gifts.” St. Peter said “Nooooo” and banished her to hell.

The third blonde said she knew what Easter is, and St.Peter said “so tell me.”

She said, “Easter is a Christian holiday that coincides with the Jewish festival of Passover. Jesus was having Passover feast with his disciples when he was betrayed by Judas, and the Romans arrested him. The Romans hung him on a cross and eventually he died. Then they buried Him in a tomb behind a very large boulder.

St.Peter said “Verrrry good.”

Then the blonde continued, “Now, every year the Jews roll away the boulder and Jesus comes out. If he sees his shadow, we have six more weeks of basketball.”


“Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man’s growth without destroying his roots.”

Frank A. Clark


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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Thanks Everyone

Appreciation is a wonderful thing. It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.



Yesterday I mentioned the actions of some of the folks I respect and how caring for them allows me to bask in their shadow as they do good works. My problem is that I am not very good and letting them know how important they are, in fact if I told them they would modestly rebuff my compliments. I also suffer sometimes from staying so distracted that I observe what they do without sharing my appreciation. Fortunately I stumbled across someone who provided a list of gifts I can provide to my friends instead of offering only a verbal or casual compliment. I thought you might be able to use some of the things on the list as you express your appreciation of folks important to you.


Special Gifts You Can Give To Special People

  • Leave a thoughtful note.
  • Randomly, without any prompting, look them in the eye and say, “I really appreciate you—just for being you.”
  • Compliment them on something people may not often acknowledge—like their work ethic, or consideration for other people.
  • Tell them they were so right about something and let them know how that information impacted your life.
  • Squeeze their hand and say, “thank you.”
  • Ask, “How are you—really?” Then do nothing but listen and respond to what you hear for as long as they’d like to talk.
  • Notice how they affect other people—not you—and comment on it.
  • See their potential, and encourage them to pursue their dreams.
  • Tell them which qualities of theirs you admire.
  • Introduce them to something new that you think would enrich their lives.
  • Notice when they do something that might have been challenging, and applaud their efforts.
  • Tell them you understand their struggle—whatever that may be—and say you’re always a call away to help.
  • Say thank you for something they don’t realize they gave you, like inspiration to seize the day, or the courage to leave an unhealthy relationship.
  • Share their pain when they have it. Hold their hand, wipe their tears, and be their shoulder to lean on.
  • Be honest even if it’s uncomfortable for you.
  • Forgive something they did that hurt you without needing to hear the words, “I’m sorry.”
  • Simply say, “I really care about you, and I wanted you to know.”


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.

Albert Schweitzer




You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids. – Derrick, age 8


Both don’t want any more kids. – Lori, age 8


Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough. – Lynnette, age 8


It’s better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them. – Anita, age 9


There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn’t there? – Kelvin, age 8


Tell your wife that she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck. – Ricky, age 10


I was strongest when I laughed at my weakness.

Elmer Diktonius


“Why are you so upset?”

“My wife introduced me to her psychiatrist this morning.”

“So what?”

“So she said to him, ‘Doctor, this is my husband. You know, one of the men I’ve been telling you about’.”


A seminar on Time Travel will be held 2 weeks ago.


“What happened?” asked the hospital visitor of the heavily bandaged man sitting up in bed.

“Well, I went down to Six Flags over the weekend and decided to take a ride on one of the roller coasters. As we came up to the top of the highest loop, I noticed a little sign by the side of the track. I tried to read it but it was very small and I couldn’t make it out. I was so curious that I decided to go round again, but we went by so quickly that I couldn’t see what the sign said. By now, I was determined to read that sign so I went round a third time. As we reached the top, I stood up in the car to get a better view.”

“And did you manage to see what the sign said this time?” asked the visitor.


“What did it say?”

“Don’t stand up in the car!”


“There are two types of people–those who come into a room and say, ‘Well, here I am!’ and those who come in and say, ‘Ah, there you are.'”

Frederick Collins


These four rabbis had a series of theological arguments, and three were always in accord against the fourth. One day, the odd rabbi out, after the usual “3 to 1, majority rules” statement that signified that he had lost again, decided to appeal to a higher authority.

“Oh, God!” he cried. “I know in my heart that I am right and they are wrong! Please give me a sign to prove it to them!”

It was a beautiful, sunny day. As soon as the rabbi finished his prayer, a storm cloud moved across the sky above the four. It rumbled once and dissolved. “A sign from God! See, I’m right, I knew it!” But the other three disagreed, pointing out that storm clouds form on hot days.

So the rabbi prayed again: “Oh, God, I need a bigger sign to show that I am right and they are wrong. So please, God, a bigger sign!” This time four storm clouds appeared, rushed toward each other to form one big cloud, and a bolt of lightning slammed into a tree on a nearby hill.

“I told you I was right!” cried the rabbi, but his friends insisted that nothing had happened that could not be explained by natural causes.

The rabbi was getting ready to ask for a VERY big sign, but just as he said, “Oh God…,” the sky turned pitch black, the earth shook, and a deep, booming voice intoned, “HEEEEEEEE’S RIIIIIIIGHT!”

The rabbi put his hands on his hips, turned to the other three, and said, “Well?”

“So,” shrugged one of the other rabbis, “now it’s 3 to 2.”


He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty or failed to express it; who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; whose life was an inspiration; whose memory a benediction.

Published 11/30/1905 in the Lincoln (Kansas) Sentinel


Stay well, do good work, and have fun. 

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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Caring Rewards!

“I feel the capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest significance.”

Pablo Casals


You may have heard me say in the past that I think that I know one of the fundamentals that will guarantee success in business. I believe that if you sincerely dedicate yourself to the success of those who you work for, work with and work for you, you will reap great reward. It is only when you put your self interest ahead of others that you risk failure. Lately I have learned that the habit of taking an interest in the well being and accomplishments of others generates an even greater return as it sweetens all of life.

What got me thinking about this was a comment made by a former employee who worked in my organization more than a quarter a century ago. While having breakfast the other day, after not seeing each other for at least twenty years he said “To this day I continue to be grateful for the years I worked with you, the time was the best of my working life,” he went on to say “The reason why we did so well and all of us accomplished what we did was because you really care about people.” Certainly I was glad to hear that he liked working with us but I think his telling me that my success at the time was because I cared was as warming a comment that I have ever received.

In truth caring is almost a selfish act for you get such a great return.

As an example, over the last few weeks I have gotten vicarious pride and pleasure watching folks I care about do well. I have seen a good friend find an inner strength that she did know she had as she dealt with caring for a dying father and caring for an infirm mother; Seen a friend create a service learning project for school children that will result in their finding the value that comes from helping the homeless; Watched another friend planning a community garden that will add substance to the diet of folks who have little; Saw another friend create numerous new opportunities for the middle aged and elderly to enrich their lives; Observed the difference one person can make when they take their communication skills to a major service organization, using those skills to generate community support resulting in helping thousands of the needy, I could go on and on.

My point is that each of these people has allowed me to be their friend and in some cases their confidant and they have allowed me to see and understand the value they bring to their work and to others. It is them, not I that make the big differences while I get to sit in the stands and cheer them on basking in the good feelings they generate. Yep, my friend John was right, I really do care, I care for him and for others and in the process I truly care for myself. Thank you one and all, I am glad I know you.


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

Harold Kushner


As a member in good standing of the Society of Childlike Grownups, you are hereby entitled to:

Feel SCARED and sad and mad and Happy,

Give up worry, guilt and shame,

Stay Innocent,

Ask lots of questions,

Ride a bicycle,


To handle yourself, use your head. To handle others, use your heart.


Stress Prayers

Lord, help me to relax about insignificant details, beginning tomorrow at 7:41:23 a.m. EST.

God, help me to take responsibility for my own actions, even though they are usually NOT my fault.

God, help me not to try to RUN everything, but if you need some help, please feel free to ASK ME!

God, help me to take things more seriously, especially laughter, parties, and dancing.

God, give me patience, and I mean NOW!

Lord, help me not be a perfectionist. (Did I write that correctly?)

God, help me to finish everything that I sta. . .

God, help me to do only what I can and trust you for the rest. And would you mind putting that in writing?

Lord, keep me open to others’ ideas, WRONG though they may be.

Lord, help me be less independent, but let me do it my way.

Lord, help me slow down andnotrushthrougheverythingthatIdo.



Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn’t have said.


Herbert A Millington

Chair – Search Committee

Whitson University

College Hill, MA 34109


Dear Professor Millington,

Thank you for your letter of March 16. After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me an assistant professor position in your department.

This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually large number of rejection letters. With such a varied and promising field of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.

Despite Whitson’s outstanding qualifications and previous experience in rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at this time. Therefore, I will assume the position of assistant professor in your department this August. I look forward to seeing you then.

Best of luck in rejecting future applicants.


Chris L. Jensen


The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don’t know what you’re doing, someone else does.


A very tight man was looking for a gift for a friend. Everything was too expensive except for a glass vase that had been broken, which he could purchase for almost nothing.  He asked the store to send it, hoping his friend would think it has been broken in transit. In due time, he received an acknowledgement. “Thanks for the vase,” it read.  “It was so thoughtful of you to wrap each piece separately.”


Half our live is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed though life trying to save.


The manager of a large office noticed a new man one day and told him to come into his

office. “What is your name?” was the first thing the manager asked the new guy.

“John,” the new guy replied.

The manager scowled, “Look, I don’t know what kind of a namby-pamby place you worked at before, but I don’t call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my employees by their last name only – Smith, Jones, Baker – that’s all. I am to be referred to only as Mr. Robertson. Now that we got that straight, what is your last name?”

The new guy sighed and said, “Darling. My name is John Darling.”

“Okay, John, the next thing I want to tell you is…”


“Life ends when you stop dreaming, hope ends when you stop believing, love ends when you stop caring, friendship ends when you stop sharing… so share this with whom ever you consider a friend.”


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. 

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Listen to Sophia!

“There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.”

Sophia Loren


I spend a lot of time with folks who have lived a long time. Some continue to live very well while others bog down and need a helping hand in order to see all the opportunities that still exist. In fact I have found you don’t have to be very old physically to slow down or even give up if you let challenges we all face as time marches on take you down. You’re probably tired of hearing me constantly suggesting life can be great but it can be if you decide that it can. So rather then me ramble on I want to share with you a letter my friend Ken sent me more than five years ago, here is what it said.

What is it like to be old?

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.

Old age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body¬- the cellulite, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, the jiggly thighs, and the sagging butt. . And often I am taken aback by the old lady who lives in my mirror, but I don’t agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I’ve aged, I’ve become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend. I don’t chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read until 4 am, and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50’s & 60ies, and if I at the same time wish to weep over a lost love, I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging midriff, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the bikini set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten ¬ and I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. I can say “no”, and mean it. I can say “yes”, and mean it.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.


‘Age’ is the acceptance of a term of years. But maturity is the glory of years.

Martha Graham


Heard at the retirement home:

Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.

Forget the health food.  I need all the preservatives I can get.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst, for they are sticking to their diets.

It’s frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.

I finally got my head together, and my body fell apart.

There cannot be a crisis this week; my schedule is already full.

The best way to forget all your troubles is to wear tight shoes.

The nice part of living in a small town is that when I don’t know what I’m doing, someone else does.

Age doesn’t always bring wisdom.  Sometimes age comes alone.


Why is it that when you talk to God you’re praying, but when he talks to you, you’re crazy?


While sports fishing off the Florida coast, a tourist capsized his boat. He could swim, but his fear of alligators kept him clinging to the overturned craft. Spotting an old beachcomber standing on the shore, the tourist shouted, “Are there any gators around here?!”

 “Naw,” the man hollered back, “they ain’t been around for years!”

 Feeling safe, the tourist started swimming leisurely toward the shore.

 About halfway there he asked the guy, “How’d you get rid of the gators?”

 “We didn’t do nothin’,” the beachcomber said. “The sharks got ’em.”


Everybody keeps saying that women are smarter than men, but did you ever see a man wearing a shirt that buttons down the back?


Kids tell us how people in love act:

“Lovers will just be staring at each other and their food will get cold. Other people care more about the food.” — Brad, age 8

“They act mooshy. Like puppy dogs, except puppy dogs don’t wag their tails nearly as much.” — Arnold, age 10

“All of a sudden, the people get movies fever so they can sit together in the dark.” — Sherm, age 8

“Romantic adults usually are all dressed up, so if they are just wearing jeans it might mean they used to go out or they just broke up.” — Sarah, age 9

“See if the man picks up the check. That’s how you can tell if he’s in love.” — John, age 9


Do you realize that in about 40 years, we’ll have thousands of old ladies running around with tattoos?


At a PTA Meeting it was explained to the parents how the sex education classes would proceed and what the overall content would be. The Principal advised the parents to closely follow-up with their children, especially to see if they had any questions.

That night, one parent decided to put it into action. He called his older son into the study and requested that he instruct his younger brother about the “birds and the bees” talk he gave to his son two years ago; thinking to spare himself the ordeal all over again.

The boy agreed and rushed off to talk with his younger brother.

“Hey Herman,” he said, “want to know something?”

“What?” the younger lad asked.

“You know how a man and a woman get together when they want to have kids?”


“Well.. Father wants me to tell you that birds and bees do the same thing.”


You don’t stop laughing because you grow old.

You grow old because you stop laughing.

Michael Pritchard


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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Good Investments

“The journey in between what you once were and who you are now becoming is where the dance of life really takes place.”



Folks from time to time send me their list of life lessons and here is one I have had for some time that I think is great. As we start another weekend it is a good time to review, reaffirm, and commit to actions that pay real dividends and these offerings are worth the investment.


  • That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you. – We waste far too much time venting our anger when in realty most of what angers us is not worth our time or effort.
  • That love, not time, heals all wounds. – The problem I run into sometimes is that people are afraid to let you love them. Too often a loving concern is misinterpreted as a romantic out reach. Maybe we need another term, something that defines our interest in caring about people we like.
  • That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile. – If there is anything more magical than what a smile can do I’d like to know what it is. Sometimes people may not react but that’s OK because or smiles define us to ourselves as well as to others.
  • That life is tough, but we’re tougher. – We are but in no small part because we are not alone.
  • That when we harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere. – I am dismayed by how many people seem to wallow in hate and despair rather than moving on to where a better life is waiting
  • That we should keep our words both soft and tender, because tomorrow we may have to eat them. – I have made plenty of mistakes but they have been forgiven because they were made in good faith. I find it is much easier to admit a mistake than it is to defend one.
  • That we can’t choose how we feel, but we can choose what we do about it. – I think this is right on there will always by impediments along the way, we can either choose to let them stop us or we can choose to change direction and move on.
  • That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you’re climbing it. – This is true, far too often, when you get there you find that there is not what you thought it would be and even worse, where do you go once you reach the top.


“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned the hard way that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, or end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking a moment and making the best of it without knowing what’s to happen next.”



An unemployed man is desperate to support his family. His wife watches TV all day and his three teenage kids have dropped out of high school to hang around with the local toughs. He applies for a janitor’s job at a large firm and easily passes an aptitude test. The human resources manager tells him, “You will be hired at minimum wage of $5.15 an hour.

Let me have your e-mail address so that we can get you in the loop. Our system will automatically e- mail you all the forms and advise you when to start and where to report on your first day”

Taken aback, the man protests that he is poor and has neither a computer nor an e-mail address. To this the manager replies, “You must understand that to a company like ours that means that you virtually do not exist. Without an e-mail address you can hardly expect to be employed by a high-tech firm. Good day.”

Stunned, the man leaves. Not knowing where to turn and having $10 in his wallet, he walks past a farmers’ market and sees a stand selling 25 pound crates of beautiful red tomatoes. He buys a crate, carries it to a busy corner and displays the tomatoes. In less than 2 hours he sells all the tomatoes and makes 100% profit.

Repeating the process several times more that day, he ends up with almost $100 and arrives home that night with several bags of groceries for his family. During the night he decides to repeat the tomato business the next day. By the end of the week he is getting up early every day and working into the night. He multiplies his profits quickly.

Early in the second week he acquires a cart to transport several boxes of tomatoes at a time, but before a month is up he sells the cart to buy a broken-down pickup truck. At the end of a year he owns three old trucks. His two sons have left their neighborhood gangs to help him with the tomato business, his wife is buying the tomatoes, and his daughter is taking night courses at the community college so she can keep books for him. By the end of the second year he has a dozen very nice used trucks and employs fifteen previously unemployed people, all selling tomatoes. He continues to work hard. Time passes and at the end of the fifth year he owns a fleet of ice trucks and a warehouse, which his wife supervises, plus two tomato farms that the boys manage.

The tomato company’s payroll has put hundreds of homeless and jobless people to work. His daughter reports that the business grossed a million dollars. Planning for the future, he decides to buy some life insurance. Consulting with an insurance adviser, he picks an insurance plan to fit his new circumstances. Then the adviser asks him for his e-mail address in order to send the final documents electronically.

When the man replies that he doesn’t have time to mess with a computer and has no e-mail address, the insurance man is stunned, “What, you don’t have e-mail? No computer? No Internet? Just think where you would be today if you’d had all of that five years ago!”

“Ha!” snorts the man. “If I’d had e-mail five years ago I would be sweeping floors and making $5.15 an hour.”

Which brings us to the moral of the story: Since you got this story by e-mail, you’re probably closer to being a janitor than a millionaire.


No one can go back and make a brand new start. Anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.


A Kansas cyclone hit a farmhouse just before dawn one morning. It lifted the roof off, picked up the beds, on which the farmer and his wife slept, and set them down gently in the next county. The wife began to cry.

“Don’t be scared, Mary,” her husband said.  “We’re not hurt.”

Mary continued to cry.  “I’m not scared,” she responded between sobs. “I’m happy ’cause this is the first time in 14 years we’ve been out together.”


Every family should have at least three children.  Then if one is a genius, the other two can support him.


OK which one of you ladies sent this to me?

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It’s our attitude in life that determines life’s attitude toward us.

Earl Nightingale


A woman joined a health spa and on her first day eagerly joined in an exercise class.

However, when it ended she went to the front desk and requested cancellation of her membership.

When asked why, she replied, “Your floors are so low that I can’t touch my toes!”


“Life is like a roller coaster. You can either scream every time there is a bump or you can throw your hands up and enjoy the ride.”



Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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Let’s have a perfect day!

“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.”

Henry David Thoreau


I had breakfast yesterday with an old friend and colleague that I had not seen for more than 20 years. It was great seeing him and he was kind enough not to remember my failings but rather our accomplishments. He also brought pictures of some of our old friends from our days in the infancy of the computer industry. It was fun to recapture appreciated moments from our past, my friend is like so many of us as he has saved the positive memories and uses them to recall the residual warmth that comes from a brief reliving past good times.

As usually happens we also spent time catching up on how we have filled the years since the days gone by. We, like most people have had our ups and downs but that is what keeps life interesting. In our discussion we touched on the moments we have left and the almost unlimited number yet to come. In fact I shared with him that I honestly believe they are a gift that we can either squander or use to make the future as bright if not brighter than the past has been. In my case I think the formula is attitude + outlook + optimism + a small amount of energy + liking people. As I have told you before I find each year of my life is better than the previous year and to a large extent I think that is because I did not sit and wait for good things to happen I went out and participated in the good things that are happening.

Some time ago someone sent me the following that was written by Robert Taylor, I don’t know who he is but I wish I did as I think he understands.

Each Moment is to be Treasured

Let us grasp and treasure each precious moment of our lives. The previous moment is gone, and the next is on its way. In truth, all we ever really have is this exact, precise moment in time.

It is what we choose to do with each moment that determines what our future will be. This moment, now, is in our power. We use this moment to decide what we will do in the next moment, and it flows into the next moment.

We have no power over what has already happened and cannot foresee the future. Take the lessons learned from past moments and apply them to the current moment.

Forget all the rest because it is in the past and nothing can be done to change it. What we do now will have some effect on our future, however we cannot predict the outcome with any degree of certainty.

Take each moment as it comes and squeeze it for all you can get out of it… one moment at a time.


“Time has no conscience… it doesn’t judge… it only mirrors… what you have put into your time… it mirrors back as your life.”

Doug Firebaugh


As I grow in age, I value women who are over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

An older woman will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, “What are you thinking?” She doesn’t care what you think.

If an older woman doesn’t want to watch the game, she doesn’t sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And it’s usually something more interesting.

An older woman knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 40 give a damn what you might think about her or what she’s doing.

An older woman usually has had her fill of “meaningful relationships” and “commitment.” The last thing she wants in her life is another dopey, clingy, whiny dependent lover.

Older women are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it’s like to be unappreciated.

An older woman has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends.

A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn’t trust the guy with other women. An older woman couldn’t care less if you’re attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won’t betray her.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to an older woman. They always know.

An older woman looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women or drag queens.

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, an older woman is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Her libido’s stronger, her fear of pregnancy gone. Her experience of lovemaking is honed and reciprocal and she’s lived long enough to know how to please a lover in ways her younger cousin could never dream of.

Older women are forthright and honest. They’ll tell you right off you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don’t ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise older women for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it’s not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of 40+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress. Ladies, I




Every year of my life I grow more convinced that it is wisest and best to fix our attention on the beautiful and the good, and dwell as little as possible on the evil and the false.

Richard Cecil


Sam is shouting at his wife, Becky.

“Oh no, not another new dress and accessories. Just where do you think I am going to get the money to pay for it all?”

Becky replies, “I may be a lot of different things to many people, but I’m certainly not inquisitive!”


Jewish telegram: “Begin worrying. Details to follow.”


An old lady had always wanted to travel abroad. Now that she was getting on in years, she thought she would really like to do so before she died. But until now, she’d never even been out of the country. So she began by going in person to the Passport Office and asking how long it would take to have one issued. “You must take the loyalty oath first,” responded the passport clerk. “Raise your right hand, please.” The old gal raised her right hand. “Do you swear to defend the Constitution of the United States against all its enemies, domestic or foreign?” was the first question.

The little old lady’s face paled and her voice trembled as she asked in a small voice, “Uhhh… all by myself?”


“The greatest life one can have is of service. Give joy, happiness, bliss, laughter, wisdom, prosperity, love & light to others. By doing so, you tap into the Infinite Source within ensuring that you will never have to do without these “treasures” yourself.”

Lateef Warnick


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 request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@yahoo.com. Back issues are posted at http://raykiwsp.multiply.com/journal and https://raykiwsp.wordpress.com/ currently there are about 2000 readers from around the world.

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