As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
I have been reminded lately of how much value the Special Olympics movement has been to millions of challenged good people all over the world. Both children and adults with special needs are given the opportunity to experience the joy of accomplishment. But it is not only the participants that benefit it is also people like me who have basked in the delight expressed by the athletes as they compete.
Over the years Kiwanis has made it possible for me to spend time with Eunice Kennedy Shriver the founder of Special Olympics as well as to participate in Special Olympics events in my city. Those of us who have had such experiences often find them to be inspirational and even life changing. We all could us some of the dedication and open kindness so often demonstrated by the participants.
Here is an article that expresses what I mean better than I can.
by: Larry Harp
There is no greater bond than that of sharing good news and triumph with others. If you have ever witnessed what is called the “Special Olympics” you know what I mean. I have found tears in my eyes seeing kids I didn’t even know meet a challenge and overcome adversity to cross the finish line.
For some of us it takes little effort to succeed at a given task, while there are those of us who just have to keep plugging away. The reason: we are not all blessed with the exact same ability. I have mine, and you have yours. We are, by virtue of this fact, bound to one another.
I can’t make it with my skills alone, I need you. This life’s journey is difficult many times, and that’s when the “Ripple Effect” can be the most beneficial. If I tell you how much I appreciate your just being part of my world, that’s surely going to lift you up. A warm smile, a loving handshake or brief note of praise placed on your desk, will cause you to feel better about yourself and then that feeling has a way of reaching out and touching the lives of so many others. May I suggest that we, just you and I, go around starting a “ripple effect” in the lives of those with whom we work, go to school with, play with, and live with.
Could it be that your wife, husband, children (child), teacher, boss, friend, neighbor, penpal, classmate, community leader, police officers, waitresses, and so many others we dare not try to name them all, need someone to start a ripple in their lives. I so wish I could have started a “ripple” in the hearts and lives of those young men in Colorado. What I’m saying is, we need to abandon the “me generation” now, before we become more distanced from the things that bind us together as a society and world.
I confess to you now, I cannot make it on my own. If that seems weak to you, I’m sorry. I still believe in the wonderful uniqueness of everyone on this planet. Each of us holds such power to mold the nature of our surroundings. Opportunities abound, the world is still going around, we have today, this hour this minute; let’s not waste a single moment.
Let us start the “Ripple Effect” with someone now. You cannot buy this kind of happiness or fulfillment.
Anybody who succeeds is helping people. The secret to success is find a need and fill it; find a hurt and heal it; find a problem and solve it.
Robert H. Schuller
U.S. tourists in Israel, a man and his wife, were sitting outside a Bethlehem souvenir shop, waiting for fellow tourists. A salesman approached them carrying belts. After an impassioned sales talk yielded no results, he asked where they were from. “America,” the husband replied.
Looking at her dark hair and olive skin, the man responded. “She’s not from the States.”
“Yes I am.” said the wife. He looked at her and asked.
“Is he your husband?”
“Yes.” she replied.
Turning to the husband, he offered, “I’ll give you 100 camels for her.”
The husband looked stunned, and there was a long silence. Finally he replied, “she’s not for sale.”
After the salesman left, the somewhat indignant wife asked her husband what took him so long to answer, to which the husband replied, “I was trying to figure out how to get 100 camels back home.”
Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don’t.
A man called the undertaker one afternoon and sobbed, “Come and bury my wife.”
“But I buried your wife ten years ago,” replied the undertaker.
“I got married again,” the man sobbed.
“Oh,” said the undertaker. “Congratulations.”
“My mom was a ventriloquist and she always was throwing her voice. For ten years I thought the dog was telling me to kill my father.”
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“If you don’t run your own life, somebody else will.”
“I see you were last employed by a psychiatrist,” said the employer to the applicant. “Why did you leave?”
“Well,” she replied, “I just couldn’t win. If I was late to work, I was hostile. If I was early, I had an anxiety complex. If I was on time, I was compulsive.”
Nonconformists are all alike.
A telephone repairman was working late in a big office building and became lost. After a long search of the rambling first floor to find an exit, he spotted a woman at the end of a corridor.
“Excuse me, can you tell me how do I get outside?” he asked.
“Dial 9,” she replied.
I am a huge believer in giving back and helping out in the community and the world. Think globally, act locally I suppose. I believe that the measure of a person’s life is the affect they have on others.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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