God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.
Here it is, my birthday. If I would have known I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself. What do you think, do I look more mature? Actually I think I may be getting less mature and it is a great way to go. As I age many things don’t seem as important as they seemed in the past and looking back not that many really were.
All my life I have been surprised and sometimes even shocked by all the things I have been allowed to see and do. Joining the Navy reserve as young as I did, being allowed to leave high school early so I could enter an engineering school, being called into the Navy at 16 and then being selected for one year of training on advanced gear, serving on an aircraft carrier that took me around the world, my long computer industry career and my Kiwanis/UNICEF days all have meant so much to the quality of my life. My life’s highlight was meeting my wife of 60 years on a blind date in New York and getting married not too much after that which resulted in our super family. Kids and grandkids will join me tonight for a birthday celebration as will my only sibling and his wife. My brother is a world traveler and spent most of the last 30 years out of the country and even now spends most of the year on his boat cruising the canals and rivers of Europe so our getting together is a rare experience. Yes I am amazed that my life has included extensive world travel as well as new friends from all walks of life. I also have had the opportunity to spend much of my time doing what I could for others.
I have been publishing this Daily for fourteen years, I never planned to do that, it just kept going and I am glad it has for it forces me to think about the world around me most every day. But what is even better is that I get to spend a few minutes with you and other readers five days a week which has resulted in my making new friends while I keep current with old friends, some who I have known for more than fifty years.
Thank you all for being there, you add meaning to my long life.
It takes a long time to become young.
It is hard to believe that: I am 5 years older than Ted Koppel and 11 years 5 months older than George W. Bush.
That I was:
28 years old at the time President Kennedy was assassinated
22 years old when the Soviet satellite Sputnik 1 was launched
18 years old at the end of the Korean War (I had been called into the Navy at 16 and was then on the aircraft carrier USS Wasp in Asian waters)
10 years old when the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima
6 years old at the time of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor
I remember vividly all of these events, even the attack on Pearl Harbor. I had hoped we would have seen a more tranquil world by now, with everyone sharing in the bounty that could be ours if only we were not driven by war, ideology, and ethnic and cultural conflicts. Maybe you who are younger can do a better job.
The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good. Calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom.
Itzic is dying in hospital. He asks for the Greek Orthodox priest to be called so that he can dictate his last will and testament. The priest arrives and Itzic starts to dictate. “One third of my wealth is to go to the Jewish school for girls. A second third is for the Jewish school for boys. The priest writes as asked.
“The last third I leave to the Rabbi to build a library,” Itzic continues.
The priest writes then asks, “As you are leaving your entire wealth to The Jewish community, why did you call me and not the Rabbi?”
“Are you crazy?!” screams Itzic. “The Rabbi in the contagious diseases ward?”
It isn’t difficult to make a mountain out of a molehill – just add a little dirt.
WE MUST STOP THIS SINISTER PLOT!
Have you ever noticed that as the years go by, everything seems uphill from where you are? Stairs are steeper, groceries are heavier, and everything is farther away. Yesterday I walked to the corner and I was horrified to discover how long our street had become! I never noticed when I was younger that it’s been changing!
And, you know, people are less considerate now, especially the young ones. They speak in whispers all the time! If you ask them to speak up they just keep repeating themselves, endlessly mouthing the same silent message until they’re red in the face! What do they think I am, a lip reader?
I also have a feeling that these people are much younger than I was at the same age. On the other hand, something has been making people who used to be my own age so much older than I am.
I ran into an old friend the other day and she has aged so much that she didn’t even recognize me. I got to thinking about the poor dear while I was combing my hair this morning, and in doing so, I glanced at my own refection…. and I noticed that even mirrors were not made the way they used to be!
The people who make bathroom scales are in on it as well. Do they think I actually believe the number I see on that dial? Hah! I would never let myself weigh that much! Just who do these people think they’re fooling?
I’d like to call up someone in authority to report what’s going on — but the telephone company is in on the conspiracy too: they’ve printed the phone books in such small type that no one could ever find a number in here! All I can do is pass along this warning: Maturity is under attack! Unless something drastic happens, pretty soon *everyone* will have to suffer these awful indignities.
PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW AS SOON AS POSSIBLE SO WE CAN GET THIS CONSPIRACY STOPPED!
“The best way to get people to think out of the box is not to create the box in the first place.”
For weeks a six-year old lad kept telling his first-grade teacher about the baby brother or sister that was expected at his house. One day the mother allowed the boy to feel the movements of the unborn child. The six-year old was obviously impressed, but made no comment. Furthermore, he stopped telling his teacher about the impending event. The teacher finally sat the boy on her lap and said, “Johnny, whatever has become of that baby brother or sister you were expecting at home?”
Johnny burst into tears and confessed, “I think Mommy ate it!”
“The year you were born marks only your entry into the world. Other years where you prove your worth, they are the ones worth celebrating.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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