Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.
Last night I listened to our governor make his State of the State address. His speech did little to build bridges between the competing interests of an ever more partisan society. At a time when most of what we hear are candidates shouting epitaphs without regard to truth or accuracy we need to step back and invest in understanding the issues of the day instead of listening to what someone says is wrong with the other guy.
Some of us are so polarized that we no longer hear the other guy. We don’t read newspapers, we no longer study civics and we limit our information sources to those aligned with our prejudices. We complain about the society we live in, yet few of us spend any time trying to learn how to make it better.
I know you and our other readers are the exception but unfortunately few of the exceptional folks are being heard these days.
I am sure that those who liked our governor before last night loved his speech before he even gave it as much as his distractors hated it. I am sure it was the same with the President’s State of the Nation speech. There is little hope if the majority of us chose to hide in our fantasy worlds and leave the governing of our lives to others. The results will continue to give us what we deserve.
Here is a Yiddish Folk tale that applies to far too many today.
An old man sat outside the walls of a great city. When travelers approached, they would ask the old man, “What kind of people live in this city?” The old man would answer, “What kind of people live in the place where you came from?” If the travelers answered, “Only bad people live in the place where we came from,” the old man would reply, “Continue on; you will find only bad people here.”
But if the travelers answered, “Good people live in the place where we came from,” then the old man would say, “Enter, for here too, you will find only good people.”
“Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.”
Stephen R. Covey
YOU KNOW YOU’RE A REDNECK WHEN…
- You can entertain yourself for more than an hour with a flyswatter.
- Your property has been mistaken for a recycling center.
- Your boat has not left the driveway in 15 years.
- The Salvation Army declines your mattress.
- You think a subdivision is part of a math problem.
I have a terrible memory. I never forget a thing.
While watching a movie recently, I couldn’t hear the dialogue over the chatter of the two women sitting in front of me.
Unable to bear it any longer, I tapped one of them on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” I said, “I can’t hear.”
“I should hope not,” she replied sharply. “This is a private conversation.”
Learn to write your hurts in the sand. Learn to carve your blessings in stone.
In my sociology class, we were instructed to write down answers to some questions the teacher was asking. “Next question,” announced the instructor. “How would you like to be seen by the opposite sex?”
I was thinking about my answer when the young woman next to me turned and asked, “How do you spell ‘intellectual?'”
“Progress might have been all right once, but it has gone on too long.”
My Parents had not been out together in quite some time. One Saturday, as Mom was finishing the dinner dishes, my father stepped up behind her. “Would you like to go out, girl?” he asked.
Not even turning around, my mother quickly replied, “Oh, yes, I’d love to!”
They had a wonderful evening, and it wasn’t until much later that Dad finally confessed that his question had actually been directed to the family dog, laying near Mom’s feet on the kitchen floor.
Life is not the way it’s supposed to be. It’s the way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the difference.
She said: My husband grew increasingly displeased as our teenage daughter and her boyfriend studied in her room late one evening. Finally, losing patience shortly after midnight, he knocked sharply on her door. Her boyfriend immediately opened it and asked if something was wrong. “I have to ask you to move your car,” my husband told him.
“Oh, sure. Is it in someone’s way”?
“No,” he replied. “It’s parked in the wrong driveway.”
Support bacteria – they’re the only culture some people have.
A couple of young boys were fishing at their special pond off the beaten track when out of the bushes jumped the Game Warden! Immediately, one of the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods, and hot on his heels came the Game Warden.
After about a half mile the boy stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath and the Game Warden finally caught up to him. “Lets see yer fishin’ license, Boy!” the Warden gasped.
With that, the boy pulled out his wallet and gave the Game Warden a valid fishing license.
“Well, son”, said the Game Warden, “You must be about as dumb as a box of rocks! You don’t have to run from me if you have a valid license!”
“Yes Sir”, replied the young boy,” But my friend back there, well, he don’t have one”…
I have kleptomania, but I’m taking something for it.
A worried father asked his daughter if her latest beau was serious about their relationship.
“I’ll say he is, Daddy,” responded the girl. “Just last night he asked me how much you make, what kind of meals Mom serves, and if you two are easy to get along with.”
It’s a rare person who wants to hear what he doesn’t want to hear.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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