Ray's musings and humor

How fortunate we are

The tragedy of life is in what dies inside a man while he lives – the death of genuine feeling, the death of inspired response, the awareness that makes it possible to feel the pain or the glory of other men in yourself.

Norman Cousins


As I was thinking about the approaching year’s end I decided I would look back to the Daily’s I wrote on December 29th in years past. My plan was to see what might trigger a new inspiration or reminded me of something I thought was important. When I read the Daily that I wrote seven years ago after the horrific events in Asia I decided that I could not express my current feelings any better than I did then. Here is what I wrote on December 29th 2004.


Tsunami deaths top 50,000

Guardian Unlimited UK

Death toll in what may be world’s costliest natural disaster rises

The Malaysia Star, Malaysia

‘They are hungry’

The Globe and Mail, Canada

Rescuers predict death toll of 60,000

NEWS Australia

‘Where are my children? Where are they?’

Chicago Sun Times


As we end our year many of us will reflect back on 2004. It is often too easy for us to want more, feel sorry for ourselves, and find it easy to find fault in our lives. If you are like I am you will have spent this morning in a warm home, had plenty to eat, knew where your loved ones were, and at worst might have been inconvenienced by the weather. By contrast put yourself in the place of those who have lost their lives, their families, their homes, their livelihoods, and more in the tragedy that has befallen South Asia.

I mourn the loss of the innocent; they might have been my children, my brothers and sisters, or the friends that I cherish. It is times like this that I truly appreciate each of you and those that I hold dear, we are the lucky ones.

I would hope that this year we would count our blessings and ignore our minor setbacks. I honestly believe that if we take stock of all of our advantages we will understand just how fortunate we really are. Let us appreciate our good fortune, help others, and build upon our good works as we make 2005 our best year yet.


Retirement Center Pickup Lines

“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like…where exactly are we again?”

“Yes, I’m 92… but I have the body of a 78-year-old.”

“Your beautiful blue eyes are like limpid sapphire pools. Your blue hair, too.”

“Hey babe, looking for a good time? How’s about coming home with me and…Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z.”


“Sometimes it’s important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it’s essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow.”

Douglas Pagels


In the Admitting office of our hospital, some patients were filling out forms, others were being interviewed and still others were being escorted to their rooms. An elderly woman, obviously not sure of where she should be, hesitatingly entered my cubicle.  She had completed the admitting forms and, upon my request, handed me her insurance cards.  I typed the necessary information and then asked her the reason for her coming to the hospital.

“I’m here to just visit a friend,” she said, “but all this has taken so long, I’m not sure I have the time now!”


Wisdom is oftimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

William Wordsworth



Dear God, Please put another holiday between Christmas and Easter. There is nothing in there now. Amanda

Dear God, Thank you for the baby brother but what I asked for was a puppy. I never asked for anything before. You can look it up. Joyce

Dear Mr. God, I wish you would not make it so easy for people to come apart. I had to have 3 stitches and a shot.  Janet

God, I read the bible. What does beget mean? Nobody will tell me. Love, Alison

Dear God, Is it true my father won’t get in Heaven if he uses his golf words in the house? Anita

Dear God, I bet it’s very hard for you to love all of everybody in the whole world. There are only 4 people in our family and I can never do it. Nancy


If the left side of your brain controls the right side of your body, then only left handed people are in their right mind.


Mike: Do you remember first meeting your wife?

John: Sure, I found Jill lying face down in the gutter. I lifted her to her feet and promised her that if she agreed to marry me, she would begin a new life and I’d never allow her near the gutter again.

Mike: Wow, I hope she appreciates what you did for her.

John: Not really. Jill hated to give up bowling.


Whoever said nothing is impossible never tried slamming a revolving door.


The following sign hangs in a local garage: AUTO REPAIR PRICE LIST:







My six-year-old grandson called his mother from his friend Charlie’s house and confessed he had broken a lamp when he threw a football in their living room.

“But, Mom,” he said, brightening, “you don’t have to worry about buying another one. Charlie’s mom said it was irreplaceable.”


The individual is capable of both great compassion and great indifference.

He has it within his means to nourish the former and outgrow the latter.

Norman Cousins


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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