He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.
Yesterday a friend and I met with a representative of a philanthropic trust that invests huge amounts of money in programs that benefit people who have very little. Later I thought about how so many of us are dissatisfied because we don’t have more while at the same time compared to most of the folks in the world we have so much more than they do. Thankfully I have learned that I really don’t need more and while I may not have the latest automobile or costly trinkets I have a collection of friends and memories that are more than I could ever have hoped for. I am so happy that my days are filled with goodhearted nice people and with so many opportunities to enjoy the life I have.
I have come to believe that all of us have within us the key that can open the door to our own happiness. That key is our ability to appreciate what we have while not wasting too much time trying to acquire what we don’t really need. In truth if we had more would it really provide us true happiness or would the time spent searching for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow prevent us really enjoying the life we already have.
In truth I really do have enough and for that I am grateful. I like the following story for it tells us about a family that does understand.
I wish you enough!
Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport as the daughter’s departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said: “I love you and I wish you enough.”
The daughter replied, “Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.” They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I sat. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry.
I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?”
“Yes, I have,” I replied. “Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?”
“I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is the next trip back will be for my funeral,” she said.
When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, “I wish you enough.” May I ask what that means?”
She began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. “When we said ‘I wish you enough’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them”. Then turning toward me, she shared the following, reciting it from memory.
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
She then began to sob and walked away. My friends, I wish you enough!
Author: Bob Perks
Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.
A woman arrived at the Gates of Heaven. While she was waiting for Saint Peter to greet her, she peeked through the gates. She saw a beautiful banquet table. Sitting all around were her parents and all the other people she had loved and who had died before her. They saw her and began calling greetings to her:
Hello – How are you!” “We’ve been waiting for you!” “Good to see you.”
When Saint Peter came by, the woman said to him, “This is such a wonderful place! How do I get in?”
“You have to spell a word,” Saint Peter told her.”
“Which word?” the woman asked.”
The woman correctly spelled “Love” and Saint Peter welcomed her into Heaven. About a year later, Saint Peter came to the woman and asked her to watch the Gates of Heaven for him that day. While the woman was guarding the Gates of Heaven, her husband arrived.
“I’m surprised to see you,” the woman said. “How have you been?” “Oh, I’ve been doing pretty well since you died,” her husband told her. “I married the beautiful young nurse who took care of you while you were ill. And then I won the multi-state lottery. I sold the little house you and I lived in and bought a huge mansion. And my wife and I traveled all around the world. We were on vacation in Cancun and I went water skiing today. I fell and hit my head, and here I am. What a bummer! How do I get in?”
“You have to spell a word,” the woman told him.
“Which word?” her husband asked.
Moral of the story: Never make a woman angry…. there’ll be Hell to pay later.
Poverty is not the absence of goods, but rather the overabundance of desire.
Memory of an accident in a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery:
Here lies the body
of Jonathan Blake
Stepped on the gas
Instead of the brake.
Steven Spielberg was filming his latest movie in the heart of the Amazon rain forest. The costs involved in transporting tons of movie making equipment into the heart of the jungle were enormous. He literally had a cast of thousands to feed and clothe. It was his most expensive production yet and he sank his entire personal fortune into the project. The biggest expense was building a faithful replica of an Ancient city in the middle of the jungle. No expense was spared to make the city authentic. The climax of the movie was to be the complete destruction of the city in a dramatic fire. As Spielberg planned to actually burn the city to the ground there was only one chance to film it.
He set up four cameras:
“Ok, camera one, I want you up in the helicopter to get an overhead shot of the whole scene.”
“Camera two, I’d like you at the edge of the clearing for a medium range shot.
“Camera three, we’ve built a special fireproof hut in the center of the city. You can poke the camera through a hole in the side and get a close up view from the heart of the fire”
“Camera four, I need you at the top of that hill over there to get a long range shot”
Once the cameras and actors were all in place, Spielberg himself lit the match to start the fire.
It was an amazing sight, the fire raged and roared for over an hour as the entire multi-million dollar set was completely destroyed and reduced to a smoking pile of ash. Spielberg radioed the helicopter, “Camera one, how did it go?”
“Sorry boss but the smoke was so thick I couldn’t see a thing. Then the smoke got into the engine of the chopper and we were forced to land. I didn’t get anything.”
“Damn!” thought Spielberg, “well I guess I can just use the footage from the other three cameras.”
“Camera two, how did it go?”
“Sorry boss but the down draft from the chopper blades fanned the flames and started the bush all around us on fire. We had to run for safety and the camera was burned to a crisp.”
“Crap!, I guess I’ll have to make two with two cameras”
“Camera three, please tell me you got the shot”
“Sorry boss, the fireproof hut worked fine, but the lens of the camera couldn’t take the heat and it melted. I got nothing”
“I can’t believe this!” cried Spielberg. “Thank god I sent that last camera up on the hill. The smoke didn’t blow that way, there was no brush fire or heat to worry about.” He walks towards the hill, cups his hands to his mouth and yells… “CAMERA FOUR!!”
And the cameraman yells back…
“READY WHEN YOU ARE!”
“Nothing is sufficient for the person who finds sufficiency too little”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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