“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
Hi everyone, as you can see I made it back from my assignment which took me to the Caribbean aboard the Allure of the Sea. I ate my evening meals with old friends, a couple of pleasant gals from Australia, a couple from Canada and a neat widow who travels often from the US. It is always a special treat to make new friends.
The ship was great although I did require some medical attention while on board and am still recovering. As always it was great to get back even though the things requiring attention will take a few days to handle. I did already enroll the new subscribers and if you are one of them, welcome. It is going to take another day or two to get back in the grove so I am again sending you a reprint this morning. Here is the Daily I published eight years ago.
I got e-mail yesterday from a friend from South Africa who has been living in the UK. She learned that her application for permanent residency was denied, so she is going back to South Africa. She leaves behind a lover and a dream or two. Her e-mail sounded like she was in pain but that she would overcome and move on with her life. As I thought about her I could not help but think about how the calm is so much sweeter after the storm. I know all the storms in my life paled as I sailed on. I sometimes think that it is our weathering that builds our character.
So bon voyage, Nadine, I wish that all your dreams come true when you next reach port. But whatever you do, don’t forget us, we are yours. Here is a poem I found that does it for me.
There will be storms, child
There will be storms
And with each tempest
You will seem to stand alone
Against cruel winds
But with time, the rage and fury
And when the sky clears
You will find yourself
Clinging to someone
You would have never known
But for storms.
“’Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life”
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Federal health officials are backing off earlier claims, and now say there is no evidence that oral contraceptives cut the risk of heart disease. But most women insist that taking the pill can still save you from the heart attack you’ll get from finding out you’re accidentally pregnant.
By the time Ted arrived at the football game, the first quarter was almost over. “Why are you so late?” his friend asked.
“I had to toss a coin to decide between going to church and coming to the game.”
“How long could that have taken you?”
“Well, I had to toss it 14 times.”
“Prepare your mind to receive the best that life has to offer.”
She said: As an attendant at an exclusive golf club, my work includes welcoming guests to the course and loading bags in and out of vehicles. I’m the only female on the staff, and I work with eight teenage boys. One day a golfer drove up in a yellow Lamborghini.
Three of the teens rushed to help him. Later, they gushed about their conversation with the man, who told them he owned three of the Italian sports cars. “Really?” I replied. “What line of work is he in?”
“We didn’t talk about that,” said one of the boys.
“We only asked if he has a daughter….”
It takes both sunshine and rain to make a rainbow.
The wife appeared at the breakfast table in curlers and a worn bathrobe.
The husband looked up from his newspaper and said, “Why can’t you look like you did when we were first married?”
“How can I?” she snapped back. “I’m not pregnant!”
If anyone speaks badly of you, live so none will believe it.
I work in a school department that is supported by educational grants. On his first day, my new boss delivered some bad news. He said, “Unfortunately your last boss failed to apply for the grant that supports your work. You will be terminated at the end of this month. Did you know that?” Admittedly, I was unprepared for this, but I was not shocked.
Two weeks before the end of my tenure, the new boss came to me. He said, “Before you go, please submit the lesson plans you would have used for the next three months.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, “those lesson plans were covered in the grant.”
If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
She said: Our dog, Longie, suddenly began barking daily at 4 a.m. Irritated and sleepy, my husband, Larry, searched the back yard for what might have disturbed this otherwise placid animal. For three days he found nothing amiss.
Then the dog woke up the neighborhood at 3 a.m. with frantic barking. When Larry looked out the window, he discovered someone throwing pebbles to land near Longie. Larry hurried outside and found the culprit. Crouching on the other side of the fence was our quiet neighbor, the last man you’d suspect of wrongdoing. My husband demanded to know what he was doing.
“My mother-in-law is visiting,” the embarrassed neighbor explained. “If she loses her beauty sleep another night, she says she’ll leave.”
Hot heads and cold hearts never solved anything.
An old wild west fort is about to be attacked. The wily old General sends for his trusty Indian Scout. “Yumti-Bi,” he said, “you must use all your thirty years of skill in trying to estimate the sort of army we are up against here.”
Yumti-Bi laid down and put his ear to the ground… “Heap large — war party,” he says, “maybe three hundred braves, four chiefs, two on black stallions, two on white stallions. All have war paint…many many guns. Medicine man also with them.”
“Good grief!” exclaims the General, “you can tell all of that just by listening to the ground???”
“No, General,” replied the Indian, “I can see under the gate…”
“We cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over our heads, but we can refuse to let them build nests in our hair.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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