Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass… It’s about learning how to dance in the rain.
I find myself again struggling with a computer problem that is going to take someone smarter than me to fix. While I can publish the Daily, handle my hundreds of emails and manage my schedule I cannot download software upgrades or download my audio books which are an important part of my daily life. Even worse I cannot make the links to the support organizations for online help.
The thing I find interesting is that problem has lingered for more than a week and I have not slipped in to panic mode which is a new experience for something that has so much effect on my daily activities. I don’t know if it lethargy driven by old age or that I have finally reached a more mature level in my life. I do know that panic is never a good answer and that my problems will not create an international world ending event. In fact I have learned over the years that tenacity and perseverance coupled with patience is the best formula for problem solving. So now I need to get the energy to bite the bullet call the experts and pay a hundred or so dollars so I can return to my regularly scheduled maps.
Here is a poem that does a better job of offering a solution than I can.
by: Unknown Author
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out:
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
Dear GOD, Is it true my father won’t get in Heaven if he uses his bowling words in the house? -Anita
Dear GOD, Did you really mean “do unto others as they do unto you”? Because if you did, then I’m going to fix my brother. -Darla
Dear GOD, It rained for our whole vacation and is my father mad! He said some things about you that people are not supposed to say, but I hope you will not hurt him anyway. Your friend (But I am not going to tell you who I am)
Dear GOD, Why is Sunday school on Sunday? I thought it was supposed to be our day of rest. -Tom L.
Dear GOD, I bet it is very hard for You to love all of everybody in the whole world. There are only 4 people in our family and I can never do it. -Nan
“It’s okay. I didn’t believe in reincarnation last time either.”
This woman rushes to see her doctor, looking very much worried and all strung out. She rattles off, “Doctor, take a look at me. When I woke up this morning, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair all wiry and frazzled up, my skin was all wrinkled and pasty, my eyes were bloodshot and bugging out, and I had this corpse-like look on my face! What’s wrong with me, Doctor?”
The doctor looks her over for a couple of moments, then calmly says, “Well, I can tell you one thing…there ain’t nothing wrong with your eyesight.”
Definition of a teenager? God’s punishment for enjoying sex.
The neighbor dropped in on Judi and found her sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly at a half empty cup of coffee; her three kids squabbling loudly in the other room. “What’s wrong Judi?” she asked.
Judi told her that she had “morning sickness.”
Surprised, the neighbor said, “I didn’t even know you were pregnant!”
“I’m not.” the harried young woman replied. “I’m just sick of mornings.”
“Foolproof systems do not take into account the ingenuity of fools.”
Frieda had just finished her fish dinner. She was, however, not at all happy with it, so she called over the waiter.
“I’ve tasted fresher fish,” said Frieda.
“Not in here,” replied the waiter.
The first piece of luggage on the carousel never belongs to anyone.
Jim needs a job, and has no qualms about inventing the necessary qualifications. He reasons that once he finds work, he will impress the boss so much that everything will be forgiven. After a successful initial interview at the Encyclopedia of American History, he is called back to meet the sales manager.
“You say you have experience selling books?”
“Lots of it,” replies Jim.
“And you have a Master’s in American history from the University of Michigan?”
“Correct,” replies Jim. “History is my field of study.”
“Well then,” says the sales manager, “As soon as I can complete this form, we can get you started in the firm.” While the sales manager is making a few notations, Jim, obviously pleased with himself, begins to whistle. Looking around the room, he notices pictures of Washington and Lincoln on the walls.
Pointing to the portraits, he turns to the sales manager and says, “Fine looking men. Your partners?”
Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.
Marilyn vos Savant
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