“We can throw stones, complain about them, stumble on them, climb over them, or build with them.”
William Arthur Ward
Here we go again another week on my road to recovery. I am off this morning to my Urologist for my post-surgery exam and then to my dentist for my appointment that was delayed a month by my medical problems. Tomorrow I begin my outpatient rehab which will help me get back to normal activity.
Since I am running behind I am sending you a Daily from the past.
Ray’s Daily first published on December 16, 2003
No matter the season, no matter the events of the day, the world continues to turn. Each day brings someone joy and another sadness. This past Sunday was no exception as my youngest daughters father-in-law passed away after many months of poor health. I did not see John often as he lived hours away from Indianapolis. It was family birthdays and holidays that brought us together. I always wished that I could know him better. He exuded warmth and kindness at all times. He was quick to smile and was truly a gentle man. The world is a little less bright this week; John has left us, and left his wonderful family, to say the very least, he will be missed.
If I can plant some little seed of love
That later will blossom in a smile,
It matters not however else I fail,
My life will be worthwhile.
If I can do some little kindly act
That later on may soothe some sad heart’s pain,
It matters not what else I do. My life
Will not have been in vain.
Death comes to all
But great achievements raise a monument
Which shall endure until the sun grows old.
And I believe living a life filled with goodwill, grace, and caring is the greatest of achievements. Ray
Recently I mentioned my need to loose some weight, a friend replied, he said, you can lose weight by giving up just two things — a knife & fork.
One afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Claven was explaining the Buffalo Theory to his buddy Norm. Here’s how it went: “Well ya see, Norm, it’s like this.
A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the backthat are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and …..health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. “In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That’s why you always feel smarter after a few beers
If we are what we eat, then I’m easy, fast, and cheap.
A friend of mine was a philosophy major during his first semester in college. One day in a seminar class, they spent a great deal of time debating whether the glass was half full or half empty. After the class, my friend was feeling pretty good about himself and what he was learning at university, so when he went home, he tried to continue the discussion with his family.
With maximum drama, he took a 12 ounce glass from the cupboard and poured in 6 ounces of water. Then took it into the dining room and placed it in the middle of the table. He proudly asked his family, “Can anyone tell me whether this glass is half full or half empty.”
Without missing a beat, his grandmother replied, “Depends if you’re drinking or pouring.”
Money can’t buy happiness, but somehow it’s more comfortable to cry in a Porsche than in a Hyundai.
Sound travels slowly. Sometimes the things you say when your kids are teenagers don’t reach them till they’re in their 30s.
A Catholic boy was bragging to his Jewish friend.
“My priest knows more than your rabbi.”
“Of course he does,” said the Jewish boy, “You tell him everything.”
Two priests decided to go to Hawaii on vacation. They determined to make a real vacation by not wearing anything that would identify them as clergy. As soon as the plane landed, they headed for a store and bought some really outrageous trunks, sunglasses, shirts, etc. The next morning, they went to the beach, dressed in their “tourist” garb. They were sitting on beach chairs, enjoying a drink, when a “drop dead gorgeous” blonde in a tiny bikini came walking straight towards them. They couldn’t help but stare.
As the blonde passed them, she smiled and said, “Good morning, Father,” nodding and addressing each of them individually, then she passed on by. They were both stunned. How in the world did she know they were priests? The next day, they went back to the store, bought even more outrageous outfits. These were so loud; you could hear them before you even saw them. Once again, they settled on the beach in their chairs to enjoy the sunshine, etc. After a while, the same gorgeous blonde came, wearing a string bikini this time, walking toward them.
Again, she approached them and greeted them individually: “Good morning, Father,” “Good morning, Father,” and started to walk away.
One of the priests couldn’t stand it and said, “Just a minute, young lady.”
“Yes?” she replied.
“We are priests, and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world did you know we are priests?”
“Father, it’s me, Sister Helen.”
Too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are.
An unmarried girl who worked in a busy office arrived one morning and began passing out big cigars and candy, both tied with blue ribbons. When asked what the occasion was, she proudly displayed a new diamond solitaire ring on her third finger, left hand, and announced…”It’s a boy, six feet tall and 190 pounds!”
Just when you get really good at something, you won’t need to do it anymore.
My first grade daughter and her friend both needed new boots as winter approached. The friend got in the car one morning and finally had gotten her boots. “Tina,” I commented, “I see you got new boots! Where did you get them?”
“At the store,” she answered. “Which one?” I asked. She began looking at her new boots and after a pause said, “Both of them!”
If diamonds are a girl’s best friend, why do men have to settle for a dog?
“A hundred times a day I remind myself that my inner and outer life depends on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the full measure I have received and am still receiving.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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