Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success.
Yesterday as I was brainstorming with the head of one of my favorite kid’s serving organization I again realized the difference between what I can do and what we can do. My friend and his family have single handedly made life brighter for hundreds of children going through cancer treatment and they have learned how much joy serving others can be. Even though they already do more than anyone else I know, they want to do even more. In our discussion we explored the option of finding ways that they could directly help additional kids versus developing opportunities to enhance the services they already offer by providing the recovering kids and their families a way that they too could find the joy that comes from doing something for someone else.
I have often wondered why so many of us are reluctant to check with friends and others to see if they might like to help on a project or a service to others. I just don’t understand why if we are doing something that is meaningful to us why we are reluctant to offer that same chance to someone else. Of course I am drifting as usual but I was excited by my friend’s enthusiasm with the possibility of adding others to his team so they could help reach more kids who need a little help and a friendly face. Naturally it goes without saying that my friend is not looking for more credit, more medals or the like, rather he is looking how to unselfishly find ways to reach more kids and enhance the services offered.
Yep when it comes to helping someone in need me is OK but we is so much better.
Together we can fight this,
Together we can win,
Together we will be always,
Together always you and me.
A man may do an immense deal of good, if he does not care who gets the credit for it.
A plane hit a patch of severe turbulence and the passengers were holding on tight as it rocked and reeled through the night. A little old lady turned to a minister who was sitting behind her and said, “You’re a man of God. Can’t you do something about this?”
He replied, “Sorry, I can’t. I’m in sales, not management.”
The human race is divided into two classes–those who go ahead and do something, and those who sit still and inquire, “Why wasn’t it done the other way?”
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
A man was celebrating his 80th birthday and his 50th wedding anniversary.
A reported asked, “Sir, how do you account for looking so fit?”
“Well,” the old-timer told him, “when we got married, my wife and I made an agreement that any time we saw an argument coming on, I would grab my hat and walk three times around the block. You’d be surprised what 50 years of outdoor exercise will do for your health!”
Meditation is not what you Think.
Bill has the typical observant wife. One evening after dinner, she handed him a bottle of ‘Rogaine’ hair restorer. Bill told her while he was indeed starting to thin out some, he didn’t really think he needed hair restorer yet.
She said, “Oh. It’s not for you, it’s for your secretary, she seems to be losing quite a bit of her hair on your jacket.”
One way to stop a run away horse is to bet on him.
During a recent publicity outing, Jennifer sneaked off to visit a fortune teller of some local repute. In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news. “There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll just be blunt: Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year.”
Visibly shaken, Jennifer stared at the woman’s lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know. She met the fortune teller’s gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her question: “Will I be acquitted?”
“The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt.”
A worried Mrs. Melnik sprang to the telephone when it rang and listened with relief to the kindly voice in her ear.
“How are you, darling?” it said. “What kind of a day are you having?”
“Oh, mother,” said the housewife, breaking into bitter tears, “I’ve had such a bad day. The baby won’t eat and the washing machine broke down. I haven’t had a chance to go shopping, and besides, I’ve just sprained my ankle and I have to hobble around. On top of that, the house is a mess and I’m supposed to have two couples to dinner tonight.”
The mother was shocked and was at once all sympathy. “Oh, darling,” she said, “sit down, relax, and close your eyes. I’ll be over in half an hour. I’ll do your shopping, clean up the house, and cook your dinner for you. I’ll feed the baby and I’ll call a repairman I know who’ll be at your house to fix the washing machine promptly. Now stop crying. I’ll do everything. In fact, I’ll even call Morty at the office and tell him he ought to come home and help out for once.”
“Morty?” said the housewife. “Who’s Morty?”
“Why, Morty! Your husband! ….Is this 555-1374?
“No, this is 555-1375.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I have the wrong number.”
There was a short pause and the housewife said, “Does this mean you’re not coming over?”
Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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