Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true.
Leon J. Suenes
Good morning all. I hope your week has been as good as mine has been. As an example many of my friends have donated items to be auctioned off by my Kiwanis Club to help us meet the needs of children who have little and appreciate that someone cares. I participated in a meeting the other day with folks from my favorite University and OASIS my favorite senior organization as they planned a stage production for next fall that will showcase how we can turn dreams into reality as we build a better community for tomorrow. And then a couple of days ago I learned that one of my granddaughters had won the Ivy League’s All-around Gymnastics Championship last weekend and was named Gymnast of the Week by the Eastern College Athletic Conference.
And the week is not done yet as I will be on special assignment tomorrow on what I am lead to believe will be a beneficial experience. I am going to give my computer the day off so it can enjoy a three day weekend, that means there will not be another Daily until next Monday.
In the meantime let me leave you with a poem that I wish the unhappy folks we hear around us every day would read and start to find peace in their hearts.
Life Still Has A Meaning
by Author Unknown
If there is a future there is time for mending-
Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.
Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-
If you’re looking forward to a new tomorrow.
If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-
When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.
Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-
If there is time for praying there is time for healing.
So if through your window there is a new day breaking-
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,
If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.
Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
Dr. Dale Turner
Sol and Ben are opening a new fish store, and they are sitting down to sketch out the sign. Ben draws “FRESH FISH SOLD HERE TODAY”. The guy in the sign shop tells them he charges $30 a letter, and the two entrepreneurs go home to talk it over.
Sol says, “We don’t need TODAY — of course they’re for sale today.” Ben agrees and says, “HERE? Where else would we be selling fish?” and they agree to delete that word, too. Sol thinks a minute and says. “SOLD we don’t need. It’s a store, they come in they’ll see a cash register, they’ll know,” and Ben strikes that word out, too.
The sign now says FRESH FISH. Ben shakes his head. “Of course FRESH. Would we be selling stale fish?” and they cross that word out. The sign now says FISH, and Sol crumples up the paper. “We’ll leave the door open, they’ll smell and they’ll know we have fish,” he says as Ben nods. “Already, before we open, we’ve saved over $600.”
When an agnostic dies, does he go to the “great perhaps”?
Three boys are in the school yard bragging about their fathers. The first boy says, “My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a poem, they give him $50.”
The second boy says, “That’s nothing. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a song, they give him $100.”
Little Johnny says, “I got you both beat. My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a sermon, and it takes eight people to collect all the money!”
A positive attitude will not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.
Grandma’s on the net again, the kitchen’s not her home,
She used to make us cherry pies, and call us on the phone.
She would talk to us for hours; now she leaves us all alone.
We miss her homemade biscuits, and I’ll make this little bet,
If you want to contact Grandma, you’ll have to surf the net.
Grandma’s surfing on the net, you bet.
She is surfing on the net.
We’ve been calling her all morning, and we haven’t got her yet.
She’s on the E-mail network, with her electronic friends.
If you want to talk to grandma, you’ll have to surf the net.
She’s never surfed at Malibu, or caught a wave at Waikiki,
She’s never seen a surfboard: hang ten doesn’t mean a thing.
She’s never met a beach-bum–Noon Doggie is just a pup.
But when she heads for her computer, you know the surf is up.
Grandma’s getting older and her eyes are getting dim,
Her random access memory, is half of what its been.
When Saint Peter comes to call someday, she’ll say I can’t go yet.
He’ll have to wait for Grandma, cause she’s surfing on the net.
I can honestly say that I was never affected by the question of the success of an undertaking. If I felt it was the right thing to do, I was for it regardless of the possible outcome.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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