The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.
The story I am sharing with you today got me thinking about many of the people I know. There are some who just seem to be lucky and they are liked by almost everyone. When you meet them they almost glow. Invariably they show interest in the folks around them, never failing to wish them well and when they can they do something to brighten someone else’s day. I just love being around them for it is hard to feel bad when you are with someone who obviously enjoys life no matter what obstacles they find along the way.
Unfortunately I also know many who just seem to always be troubled. They are quick to find fault and seem to blame everyone but themselves for their unhappiness. To tell the truth as much as I feel their pain I often find it too depressing to hang around them too long.
What is amazing is both of these people walk the same streets, see the same people and suffer the same setbacks. The difference of course is how they face life. I still believe if you expect good things you usually will find them, people who do are acutely aware of the positive side of life and recognize good when they see it. The other folks seem to be so busy searching for expected flaws that they overlook the seeds of happiness that exist all around them.
So my friends is our good life good luck or is it the result of who we chose to be. I have two close friends who will tell me about a movie, restaurant or event. One invariably starts off what she liked while the other always says things like “it was alright but” and they both are reporting on the same thing. Here is the story:
Perception is everything. Have you examined yours lately?
The Two Travelers and the Farmer
A traveler came upon an old farmer hoeing in his field beside the road. Eager to rest his feet, the wanderer hailed the countryman, who seemed happy enough to straighten his back and talk for a moment.
“What sort of people live in the next town?” asked the stranger.
“What were the people like where you’ve come from?” replied the farmer, answering the question with another question.
“They were a bad lot. Troublemakers all, and lazy too. The most selfish people in the world, and not a one of them to be trusted. I’m happy to be leaving the scoundrels.”
“Is that so?” replied the old farmer. “Well, I’m afraid that you’ll find the same sort in the next town.
Disappointed, the traveler trudged on his way, and the farmer returned to his work.
Sometime later another stranger, coming from the same direction, hailed the farmer, and they stopped to talk. “What sort of people live in the next town?” he asked.
“What were the people like where you’ve come from?” replied the farmer once again.
“They were the best people in the world. Hardworking, honest, and friendly. I’m sorry to be leaving them.”
“Fear not,” said the farmer. “You’ll find the same sort in the next town.”
What you see and hear depends a good deal on where you are standing; it also depends on what sort of person you are.
Husband: You know, wife, our son got his brain from me.
Wife: I think he did, I’ve still got mine with me!
After the christening of his baby brother in church, little Johnny sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car. His father asked him three times what was wrong. Finally, the boy replied, “That priest said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home, and I want to stay with you guys!”
You’re getting old when getting lucky means you find your car in the parking lot.
A reporter was interviewing Jack Nicklaus. He said, “Jack, you are spectacular, your name is synonymous with the game of golf. You really know your way around the course. What is your secret?”
To which Jack replied, “The holes are numbered!”
Age doesn’t always bring wisdom. Sometimes age comes alone.
An artist was traveling in New Hampshire in search of a scenic spot for a vacation. He stopped in a roadside store and asked a farmer about the place.
“Is there any interesting scenery up your way?” he asked.
“Not much,” the farmer said. “Across the road you can see our neighbor’s barn, but beyond that you can’t see anything but mountains for 30 miles!”
I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch.
One day a farmer died. His elderly widow was always bedridden and very depressed. Their son tried everything he could think of to cheer her up but nothing worked. He spoke to the doctor and was told a shot of whiskey would perk her up some and should be given to her nightly. This would make it easier for her to sleep at night and should make her better humored each day that passed.
But the son knew his mother didn’t believe in liquor. So the doctor told him to put it in her food or drink. So the boy went home and put the whiskey in her milk. That night she slept like a baby and woke up feeling wonderful. Each evening she had her shot of whiskey and milk and woke the following morning feeling more and more cheerful.
When the boy suggested one day that they sell the farm and move closer to the city, his mother said, “Son, you can do anything you want to, but DON’T SELL THAT COW!”
“If advertisers spent the same amount of money on improving their products as they do on advertising then they wouldn’t have to advertise them.”
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!”
“In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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