Ray's musings and humor

Thank you for all you do

“It’s amazing how much you can get done if you don’t worry about who gets the credit.”

Dallin H. Oaks

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I was with a friend recently who I hold in high regard. I was glad that she was willing to share all the steps she had taken in her life that brought her to the position she now holds. Her commitment to excellence and service began when she was in high school that included time spent in Central America, she later excelled at a prestigious university that developed a tailored degree program built on her special skills and interests. She then spent years in service to others both in the U.S. and abroad. And now today she leads a program for a major hospital network that is working to improve the public health of millions of people.

What was ironic about our lengthy conversations was that she was concerned about her application for membership in a respected organization. You see one of the questions asked her to list her awards and medals and she didn’t have any, at least in her own mind she didn’t. I let her know that in my mind she had many, she had been chosen for unique and important tasks time after time. She was regularly selected from pools that included many good people for jobs that made a difference in the lives of the many she served.

I have a wall filled with plaques, citations and awards and yet in no way would I consider any of them as important as what my friend was able to do because of her heart and her skill. Far too often we look for the trappings of success rather than the success itself. What she has done is worthy in itself and shame on us if we require some token as evidence of her good work.

Here is a short story I have saved for some time; I think it is a good time to share it with you. I don’t know who wrote it, if I did I would thank him for his thoughts.

 

Are you looking for a Cup or a Coffee?

A group of Computer Engineers, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups, some ordinary looking, some expensive, some exquisite. He told them to help themselves to hot coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in their hands, the professor said: “If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap looking ones.

“While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and worse, you were eyeing each other’s cups.”

“Now if life is coffee , then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn’t change. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it. “

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“Don’t worry when you are not recognized, but strive to be worthy of recognition.”

Abraham Lincoln

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Mrs. Moskowitz was trying to describe to the interior decorator exactly how she wanted her house done. She said, “I leave the art and design entirely to you. I ask only that whatever you do, it be spectacular. I want it done in such a way that when my dear best friend, Mrs. Finkel, should come in for the first time, she should instantly have a stroke with jealousy and drop dead.”

~~~

Abe asked, “Is my face dirty or is it just my imagination?”

Mollie answered, “Your face is clean but I don’t know about your imagination.”

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A very zealous soul-winning young preacher recently came upon a Farmer working in his field. Being concerned about the farmer’s soul the preacher asked the man, “Are you laboring in the vineyard of the Lord, my good man?”

Not even looking at the preacher and continuing his work, the farmer replied, “Naw, these are soybeans.”

“You don’t understand,” said the preacher. “Are you a Christian?”

With the same amount of interest as his previous answer the farmer said, “Nope my name is Jones. You must be looking for Jim Christian. He lives a mile south of here.”

The young determined preacher tried again asking the farmer, “Are you lost?”

“Naw! I’ve lived here all my life,” answered the farmer.

“Are you prepared for the resurrection?” the frustrated preacher asked.

This caught the farmer’s attention and he asked, “When’s it gonna be?”

Thinking he had accomplished something the young Preacher replied, “It could be today, tomorrow, or the next day.”

Taking a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiping his brow, the farmer remarked, “Well, don’t mention it to my wife. She don’t get out much and she’ll wanna go all three days.”

~~~

Everybody at the FBI seems to be a special agent. Don’t they have any regular ones?

~~~

A man went to his lawyer and told him, “My neighbor owes me $500 and he doesn’t want to pay up.  What should I do?”

“Do you have any proof?” asked the lawyer.

“Nope,” replied the man.

“Okay, then write him a letter asking him for the $1000 he owed you,” said the lawyer.

“But it’s only $500,” replied the man.

“Precisely.  That’s what he will reply and we will have the proof we need to nail him.”

~~~

I solved the parking problem.  I bought a parked car.

~~~

As the passengers settled in on a West Coast commuter flight, a flight attendant announced, “We’d like you folks to help us welcome our new co-pilot. He’ll be performing his first commercial landing for us today, so be sure to give him a big round of applause when we come to a stop.”

The plane made an extremely bumpy landing, bouncing hard two or three times before taxiing to a stop. Still, the passengers applauded. Then the attendant’s voice came over the intercom, “Thanks for flying with us. And don’t forget to let our co-pilot know which landing you liked best.”

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“Nobody really cares if you’re miserable, so you might as well be happy.”

Cynthia Nelms

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“I’m ashamed of the way we live,” a young wife said to her lazy husband who refused to find a job.

“My father pays our rent. My mother buys all of our food. My sister buys our clothes. My aunt bought us a car. I’m just so ashamed.”

The husband rolled over on the couch. “You should be ashamed,” he agreed, “Those two worthless brothers of yours never give us a cent.”

~~~

The reward of a thing well done is having done it.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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