The best way to predict the future is to create it.
Peter F. Drucker
I hibernated over this past weekend as our city worked through sub-zero arctic weather. In fact it was actually warmer in Alaska than where I live on at least one day. There was a benefit however, I ended up with time to get some things done that have been gathering dust while waiting for me to do what needed to be done.
A good portion of the time was spent mentally working through a possible theatrical presentation that may be offered to the public which would give them a glimpse of how we could develop a more nurturing community. None of us can change the world but some of us can build more friendly and supporting neighborhoods, and more of us can even help make our city an even better place to live.
Turning dreams into reality can be a daunting task but trying to offers us all a chance to reap shared rewards. It seems to me that we need to build bridges and not walls between ourselves. I would love to see us concentrate on our common interests rather than letting our differences drive us apart. Just think what it would be like if we lent our hands, hearts and minds in a common effort to solve our problems while enhancing our communities.
The good news is that none of us have to wait; we can redirect the energy so many of us put into finding someone to blame and apply it to building friendships. We can start by setting a good example for our children; it is a terrible way to begin a life if all a child hears from elders are complaints and hateful observations.
It may not seem like much but it is a start and we may never find the limit on what we can do, but I know one thing, nothing will get better if we don’t start. Here is a story that I think is worth reading.
Start With Yourself
When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country.
But, it too, seemed immovable.
As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me, but alas, they would have none of it.
And now as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realize: If I had only changed my self first, then by example I would have changed my family. From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country and, who knows, I may have even changed the world.
The above words are said to be written on the tomb of an Anglican Bishop in the crypts of Westminster Abbey in London, England.
With realization of one’s own potential and self-confidence in one’s ability, one can build a better world.
Two mothers were talking about their sons. The first said, “My Patrick is such a saint. He works hard, doesn’t smoke, and he hasn’t so much as looked at a woman in over two years.”
The other woman said, “Well, my Francis is a saint himself. Not only has he not looked at a woman in over three years, but he hasn’t touched a drop of liquor in all that time.”
“My word,” the first mother said. “You must be so proud.”
“I am,” the second mother replied. “And when he’s paroled next month, I’m going to throw him a big party.”
Miracles sometimes occur, but one has to work terribly hard for them.
As the storm raged, the captain realized his ship was sinking fast. He called out, “Anyone here know how to pray?” One man stepped forward. “Aye, Captain, I know how to pray.”
“Good,” said the captain, “You pray while the rest of us put on our life jackets. We’re one short.”
“When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.”
A friend said that an acquaintance of hers is a deputy with the sheriff’s department canine unit.
One evening, the deputy was dispatched to the scene of a possible burglary, where he discovered the back door of a building ajar. He let the dog out his patrol car and commanded it to enter and seek.
Jumping from the back seat, the dog headed for the building. After lunging through the doorway, the dog froze and backed out. My friend was puzzled until he investigated further. Then he noticed the sign on the building:
God writes a lot of comedy… the trouble is, he’s stuck with so many bad actors who don’t know how to play funny.
As the passengers settled in on a West Coast commuter flight a flight attendant announced, “We’d like you folks to help us welcome our new co-pilot. He’ll be performing his first commercial landing for us today, so be sure to give him a big round of applause when we come to a stop.”
The plane made an extremely bumpy landing, bouncing hard two or three times before taxiing to a stop. Still, the passengers applauded. Then the attendant’s voice came over the intercom, “Thanks for flying with us. And don’t forget to let our co-pilot know which landing you liked best.”
Your karma just ran over my dogma.
An optometrist was instructing a new employee on how to charge a customer:
“As you are fitting his glasses, if he asks how much they cost, you say ‘$75.’ …
If his eyes don’t flutter, say, ‘For the frames. The lenses will be $50.’…
If his eyes still don’t flutter, you add …’Each.’
Follow your dreams and use your natural-born talents and skills to make this a better world for tomorrow.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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