A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success.
I am scheduled to attend a series of lectures tomorrow in the early evening, I may not be able to get there much less find a parking place as it will take place at Butler University where the basketball team will return from the NCAA Championship game. It is a great school, a great campus and the place where dreams come true. It is the school where the basketball team graduates the overwhelming majority of its student athletes and it is the home of Matt Howard, three time academic All-American and national student athlete of the year.
Yep, Indianapolis is the home of the Butler Bulldogs who have become for many, Americas team. They study hard, they play hard and they play for a young coach who has brought them to the National Championship game for the second year in a row. Win or lose tonight they are Champions and those of us who live in their shadow take pride not only in their success but more importantly in their character.
Just as a reminder this is what I put in the Daily on the same afternoon last year.
It has been a great weekend here in my hometown of Indianapolis. We welcomed visitors from all over the United States who came to watch our College Men’s Basketball national championship games. If you watched any of it on television you saw my city at its best, our citizens are gracious hosts and sure know how to throw a party.
Of course we take special pride in the accomplishments of our Butler University Bulldogs who will play in the championship game tonight. Win or lose, their run to the championship will live on as one of the all time great sport stories. Butler is a small school, it does not have any highly recruited players and they have one of the youngest coaches in basketball who has worked his magic for only three years as a head coach.
They may not bring big names to the game but they bring class, humility, team sprit and big hearts. In some ways they exemplify what I find to be the best of where I live — a town filled with good people who do good things for each other. So my friends if you hear a loud shout from America’s heartland tonight it will be me hollering GO DAWGS!!!!
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.
In the winter of 1926, Thelma Goldstein from Chicago treated herself to her first real vacation in Florida. Being unfamiliar with the area, she wandered into a restricted hotel in North Miami.
“Excuse me,” she said to the manager. “My name is Mrs. Goldstein, and I’d like a small room for two weeks.”
“I’m awfully sorry,” he replied, “but all of our rooms are occupied.” Just as he said that, a man came down and checked out.
“What luck,” said Mrs. Goldstein. “Now there’s a room.”
“Not so fast, Madam. I’m sorry, but this hotel is restricted. No Jews allowed.”
“Jewish? Who’s Jewish? I happen to be Catholic.”
“I find that hard to believe. Let me ask you, who was the Son of God?”
“Jesus, Son of Mary.”
“Where was he born?”
“In a stable.”
“And why was he born in a stable?”
“Because… a schmuck like you wouldn’t let a Jew rent a room in his hotel!”
The love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him, “What are you going through?”
A little boy came home eating a big candy bar. Seeing the candy bar, his mother remembered he had already spent all his allowance money. Surprised, she asked him where he got it.
“I bought it at the store with the dollar you gave me,” he said.
“But that dollar was for Sunday School,” his mother replied.
Smiling, the boy said, “I know, Mom, but the Pastor met me at the door and got me in for free!”
“If you think your boss is stupid remember; you wouldn’t have a job if he was smarter.”
The brillant barrister F. E. Smith once defended a bus driver against claims that his negligence had caused injury to a young man’s arm: “Will you please show us how high you can lift your arm now?” Smith asked the plaintiff.
The young man obediently raised his arm to shoulder level, his face contorted with apparent pain.
“Thank you,” said Smith. “And now, please, will you show us how high you could lift it before the accident?”
The man’s arm shot above his head.
“You can tell whether a man is clever by his answers. You can tell whether a man is wise by his questions.”
Jack died. His lawyer is standing before the family and reads out Jack’s Last Will and Testament.
“To my dear wife Esther, I leave the house, 50 acres of land, and 1 million dollars.
To my son Barry, I leave my Big Lexus and the Jaguar.
To my daughter, Suzy, I leave my yacht and $250,000.
And to my brother-in-law Jeff, who always insisted that health is better than wealth, I leave my sun lamp.”
You can’t please everybody if you are going to make a difference in this world.
As the plane was flying low over some hills near Athens, a lady asked the stewardess: “What’s that stuff on those hills?”
“Just snow,” replied the stewardess.
“That’s what I thought,” said the lady, “but this fellow in front of me said it was Greece.”
Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.
The teacher was giving her second grade students a lesson in science. She had explained about magnets and showed how they would pick up nails and other bits of iron.
Now, it was question time and she asked, “My name begins with the letter M and I pick up things. What am I?”
A little boy in the front row said, “You’re a mother.”
Let me arise and open the gate,
to breathe the wild warm air of the heath,
And to let in Love, and to let out Hate,
And anger at living and scorn of Fate,
To let in Life, and to let out Death.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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