Ray's musings and humor

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.

Chinese Proverb


I don’t know about you but I find the current political polarization depressing. It is the same with street talk; I think there is far too much hate and anger in much of the speech while most cannot really offer much in concrete justification for how they feel. I know it may seem strange but the people I know who are really in need, the jobless, the foreclosed homeowners and those just getting by often have a greater appreciation of what they have than those who truly want for little.

I am beginning to think that over accumulation of material things creates an ever increasing desire for more, resulting in less appreciation of what is accumulated. Some have become so driven that they have little time left to be concerned about others.

I think one of the best things that happened to me was when my fantasies no longer included acquiring the newest supercar, expensive clothes, $100 dinners and the like. My fantasy had turned to my learning to appreciate what I do have and to appreciate the people I know and those I will meet, more than I do things I might have.

Here is an edited poem someone sent me not long ago that I really like, I hope you will too.


Count Your Blessings

Unknown Author

I’ve never made a fortune,

and it’s probably too late now.

But I don’t worry about that much,

I’m happy anyhow.

And as I go along life’s way,

I’m reaping better than I sowed.

I’m drinking from my saucer,

‘Cause my cup has overflowed.

Haven’t got a lot of riches,

and sometimes the going’s tough.

But I’ve got loving ones all around me,

and that makes me rich enough.

And may I never be too busy,

to help others bear their loads.

Then I’ll keep drinking from my saucer,

‘Cause my cup has overflowed.


When I think of how many people

in this world have it worse than I do.

I realize just how blessed most of us really are.


Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Rabindranath Tagore


There’s a (Baptist) church-sponsored basketball league in the Atlanta area that makes awards to players at the end of every game. Young players will get awards for best defense, best offense, best sportsmanship, and an award for being the most “Christ-like.” I asked a mother how a player would qualify for that award. “It’s easy,” she said. “If the crowd moans ‘Oh, Jesus!’ every time one particular player gets the ball, he gets the award.”

Don’t you just love a Baptist with a sense of humor?


“The price of Prozac went up 50% last year. When they asked Prozac users how they felt about this they said, “Whatever…”

Conan O’Brien


The doorbell rang and the little girl ran to open the door. In the doorway stood a man with a clipboard. He explained he was from the Census Bureau and wanted to know how many were in the family.

Coming over, drying her hands on her apron, the mother said, “Let’s see. There’s me and my husband, and my children Tracy, Katherine, Amanda, Alfred, Benjamin–”

The census taker interrupted, saying, “I’m not interested in the names. The numbers will be enough.”

The little girl pitched in. “We don’t use numbers. We haven’t run out of names yet!”


Just remember–when you think all is lost, the future remains.

Robert Goddard


A woman, having walked all around the cemetery, complains to the caretaker, “I have looked all around, and can not find my husband’s grave.”

“Oh? What name were you looking for?”

“Irving Finkelstein.”

“Hmmmm,” says the caretaker, “must be a mistake somewhere. The only Finkelstein we have is a Rachel Finkelstein.”

“That is no mistake!” says Rachel. “Irving has always put everything in my name!”


“Ever notice that a human baby doesn’t walk until it’s tall enough to reach a parent’s hand?”


At the bar one night, a man approached one of the ladies standing near the edge of the dance floor. “Would you like to dance?” he asked.

The girl didn’t even look at him when she replied, “I don’t like this song, and even if I did, I wouldn’t dance with you.”

The man immediately said, “Oh, I’m sorry, but you must have misunderstood me. I said, ‘You look fat in those pants.'”


The best way to get even is to forget..


A pilgrim was walking across the prairie during the days of the Old West when he came across a small town. Passing through the town, he noticed a saloon and decided to stop and quench his thirst. After ordering a beer, he stood at the bar and observed the other clientele in the saloon.

Suddenly the saloon door swung open, and a cowboy came running in yelling “Big Jake’s comin’!” Within seconds the establishment had cleared, leaving the pilgrim and his beer alone at the bar.

Sure enough, a huge seven-and-a-half foot, 500 pound cowboy came swaggering in, tearing out the front door frame with his broad shoulders. The cowboy looked around the saloon, marched over to the pilgrim, picked him up by the scruff of the neck, and threw him over the bar, bellowing “Gimme a drink!”

The pilgrim complied, placing the almost-full bottle next to the glass on the bar. The cowboy tossed back the drink, then bit the neck off of the bottle and emptied that too.

At that point, the pilgrim, quaking in his boots, asked “Sir, would you care for another?” To which the cowboy replied, “Nope. I gotta go. Big Jake’s comin’!”


Some days there won’t be a song in your heart.  Sing anyway.

Emory Austin


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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