Ray's musings and humor

Have a joyful day

May your walls know joy; May every room hold laughter and every window open to great possibility.

Maryanne Radmacher-Hershey,

 beautiful girl enjoying the summer sun outdoors in the park

I don’t really understand why there are so many people who seem to feel the need to try to convince us we should be as unhappy as they are. They are so busy concentrating on their woes they have little time for anything else and that results in guaranteeing that joy will always elude them. The problem is that they often drag others down with them.

The people I really like are those that strive to find things to be happy about. They are the folks who smile often, laugh frequently and share their sparkle with others. I am confident that if you are sure you will be unhappy, you will be, and when you start your day expecting to be happy the chances are that you will be. In my case I find paying attention and appreciating the little things helps me to know that I do not need anything special to break me out of the doldrums.

We really don’t have to travel to a remote location and pan for joy, it is all around us, all we have to do is open our eyes and see it, pick it up, enjoy it and then share it with others. Ralph Marston wrote this piece awhile back that I like, I hope you will too.


Filled with joy

How do you keep yourself filled with joy? Give it away every chance you get. Every encounter is an opportunity to add richness to your own life and to someone else’s life. Make the most of those opportunities. When you don’t feel like being joyful, that’s when it will make the biggest difference. When you don’t feel like smiling, that’s when a smile will feel the best.

Joy is always there to experience and to share, when you simply let it come. Go ahead, let it come now, and again, and again. The better you feel, the more effective you’ll be at everything you do. Feel how good it feels to let the joy inside flow out from you.

Feel the goodness as that joy fills your world.


When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.



For a holiday, an Irishman decided to go to Switzerland to fulfill a lifelong dream and climb the Matterhorn. He hired a guide and just as they neared the top, the men were caught in a snow slide. Three hours later, a Saint Bernard plowed through to them, a keg of brandy tied under his chin.

“Hooray!” shouted the guide. “Here comes man’s best friend!”

“Yeah,” said the Irishman. “An’ look at the size of the dog that’s bringin’ it!”


“I was wise enough to never grow up while fooling most people into believing I had.”

Margaret Mead


Albert walks in to his doctor’s office for his yearly physical exam as he has done the same time every year that the can remember. The doctor takes him through all of the motions, does the normal tests and then leaves to get the results. After about 15 minutes the doctor returns with a very sad look on his face.

“Well Doc, what kind of shape am I in this time?” Albert asks.

“Albert, I don’t know what to say. The news is bad. Really bad.” says the doctor.

“What is it Doc?” asks Albert.

“I hate to have to give you such bad news. I can’t find the words to tell you. I really don’t know what to say.”

Albert, being a strong man who appreciates straight talk, tells the doctor, “Ok, don’t beat around the bush. Tell me what you know. I can take it”.

“Well”, says the doctor, “let me put it this way. I think that you should go to Arkansas and visit the hot springs there for a nice relaxing mud bath. Spend some time soaking in the mud.”

“Oh, so I need to relax a little bit, eh? Will that cure me Doc?” asks Albert.

“No Albert, it won’t cure you. And it won’t help you relax. But it will help you get used to being covered in dirt.”


Yield to temptation, it may not pass this way again.


A guy is at the Pearly Gates, hoping to be admitted, and St. Peter says to the guy, “I can’t see that you did anything really good in your life, but you never did anything bad either. I tell you what: if you can tell me one REALLY good deed that you did, you’re in.”

So the guy says, “Once I was driving down the road and saw a gang of bikers assaulting this poor girl. So I pulled over, got out my car, grabbed a tire iron and walked straight up to the gang’s leader – a huge ugly guy with a studded leather jacket, bald head but with hair all over his body, and a chain running from his nose to his ear. “Undaunted, I ripped the chain out of his nose and ear and smashed him over the head with the tire iron. Then I turned around and, wielding my tire iron, yelled to the rest of them, ‘You leave this poor, innocent lady alone! You’re all a bunch of sick,deranged animals! GO HOME BEFORE I TEACH YOU ALL A LESSON IN PAIN!'” Impressed, St. Peter says, “Really? When did this happen?”

“Oh, about two minutes ago.”


“I know a man who gave up smoking, drinking, sex, and rich food. He was healthy right up to the day he killed himself.”

Johnny Carson


A mother was telling her little girl what her own childhood was like: “We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.”

The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in. At last she said, “I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!”


Without time, everything would happen at once!


Two postal workers had just gotten off their routes for the day when one of the postal workers saw the other step on a snail.

“Why did you step on that snail, Tom?,” asked his perplexed coworker.

“Cause that stupid snail’s been following me around work all day!”


If absence makes the heart grow fonder, said a minister, a lot of folks must really love our church.


Being a teenager and getting a tattoo seem to go hand in hand.  I wasn’t surprised when a friend of my daughter showed me a Japanese symbol on her hip.

“Please don’t tell my parents,” she begged.

“I won’t,” I promised.  “By the way, what does that stand for?”

She replied, “Honesty.”


“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.”

Thich Nhat Hanh


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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