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Life is relationships; the rest is just details.

Gary Smalley

 ! 0000 A well lived life

As many of you know I value people more than the things I have. During this past week I had a few occasions where I had a chance to reflect on how important so many people I have met have been to the quality of my life and to the wellbeing of others. As an example I read a magazine article about a good friend that has devoted much of her life to the wellbeing of children, not only in my country but in others as well and I was reminded of the thousands of people she has helped over the years. I also had a father tell me how much he appreciated that a professor acquaintance of mine took an interest in his son providing him much needed wise council as he planned his future.

I shared with some folks last week how much I appreciated the work being done my fellow Kiwanis members as they make life better for others through their acts of kindness. Each of us has been given many opportunities to do small actions that benefit people we might not even know. These activities are easily overlooked but in the aggregate define us in the eyes of others.

I love the idea that each of us can work to be the kind of person we would like to have as a friend. Here is a story written by Bob Perks that I think has real meaning since it holds the key to how each of us can become the person we all should strive to become.

Whose list are you on?

I had to say goodbye to someone. You know I hate goodbyes, so I struggled with what I needed to say to him. But at the same time I discovered something special about how I feel about people and myself.

The following is taken, in part, from the note I just emailed to him:

‘It’s the thing about caring for people. They get into your life, sometimes briefly, and manage to become a part of who you are. Not all people, but those special individuals who arrive unexpectedly and linger there. How does it happen?

They are the ones who, the first time you meet them, touch you in such a way that they leave an imprint on your heart. They are the people you look for and hope to meet along the way. They make the journey easier. Some become close friends and share everyday happenings in your life. Others just pass through leaving behind bits and pieces of who they are.

Then there are those who are always there, but off in the distance somewhere within reach whenever you need them. You may only see them once in a while, but when you do you are made better, lifted up, energized by the time you shared with them.’

After reading this I thought about the many people in my life who fit into this group. I realized how many people I depend on each day, sometimes just to get through it. I am blessed beyond measure. It also brought up this question…’Am I one of those people?’

Wouldn’t it be great if we could become more like the people we personally depend on? Like the old, ‘If you want a good friend, be one.’ or, ‘Be the change you want to see in the world.’ Look at the people around you that you love and depend on daily. Make a list of all of the qualities they possess that you admire and value. Now, take that same list and ask yourself, ‘I am I as good a person?’ Do you reflect those same qualities in the lives of others?

Now, ask yourself, ‘Whose list are you on?’

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Love life and life will love you back.  Love people and they will love you back.

Arthur Rubinstein

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“A house becomes a home when you can write “I love you” on the furniture.”

I can’t tell you how many countless hours that I have spent CLEANING! I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect – “in case someone came over”. Then I realized one day that no-one came over; they were all out living life and having fun! Now, when people visit, I find no need to explain the “condition” of my home.. They are more interested in hearing about the things I’ve been doing while I was away living life and having fun. If you haven’t figured this out yet, please heed this advice. Life is short. Enjoy it!

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake a cake or plant a seed, ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time, with rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind, old age will come and it’s not kind. And when you go – and go you must – you, yourself will make more dust!

It’s not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.

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My doctor recently told me that jogging could add years to my life.  I think he was right.  I’ve only been jogging once and feel ten years older already.

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A couple of opposing candidates for county office happened to be sitting next to each other in the local diner. One turned to the other and said,  “You know why I’m going to win this election? Because of my personal touch.’ For example, I always tip waitresses really well and then ask them to vote for me.”

“Oh, really?” replied the other. “I always tip them a nickel and ask them to vote for you.”

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Sign on the back of a septic-service company truck:  “Satisfaction guaranteed, or your merchandise cheerfully refunded.”

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John was a clerk in a small drugstore but he was not much of a salesman. He could never find the item the customer wanted. Bob, the owner, had had about enough and warned John that the next sale he missed would be his last.

Just then a man came in coughing and he ask John for their best cough syrup. Try as he might John could not find the cough syrup. Remembering Bob’s warning he sold the man a box of Ex-Lax and told him to take it all at once. The customer did as John said and then walked outside and leaned against a lamp post.

Bob had seen the whole thing and came over to ask John what had transpired.

“He wanted something for his cough but I couldn’t find the cough syrup. I substituted Ex-Lax and told him to take it all at once,” John explained.

“Ex-Lax won’t cure a cough” Bob shouted angrily.

“Sure it will” John said, pointing at the man leaning on the lamp post.

“Look at him. He’s afraid to cough!”

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I got mugged by a magician. It’s not funny: He took my wallet, my watch, and every silver dollar I had behind my ear.

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McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave. “S’cuse me,” said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done.

“What was that all about?” “Nothing,” said the Irishman, “my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives.”

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The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt.

Frederick Buehner

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Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

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