“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. They are but trifles, to be sure but, scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.”
I am a little brain dead this morning, yesterday was a little challenging and I did not get as much nap time as usual so rather than bore you with lackluster thoughts let’s see if I was smarter on this day ten years ago.
Ray’s Daily first published on February 10, 2006
I may have mentioned before that I worry about the desocialization that I think is gaining ground in our society. Coming from an earlier generation I miss the things we use to do together. As we have become more specialized, geographically separated, and for some almost transient workers, a feeling of isolation can grow and fester.
Fortunately some of the gap is filled by the electro-socialization that takes place by our remote communication with others. In the old days we might call them pen pals but I think for many of us they are more than that. They are often people we can lean on, someone with whom we can share our secrets, our joys and our sorrows. I guess for many of the people we connect with electronically they become acquaintances.
For me the relationship is more than casual even though we may be separated by thousands of miles, gender, age, nationality or religion. I wonder if we need a new word for these relationships. What can I call the people who send me messages like these:
- FEELING OTHERS PAIN AND JOY IS THE QUALITY I LIKE IN A PERSON, I CAN CRY AT STRANGERS BAD NEWS AND I CAN BE HAPPY AND CRY AT OTHERS JOY, A WODERFUL THING THAT, I UNDERSTAND ALL YOU HAVE SAID RAY, THANKYOU FOR STIRRING MY EMOTIONS
LOVE AND HUGS PAULA
- Your posts are all very heartfelt. I enjoy reading them very much. Thanks for adding me a friend I will visit often for inspiration.
Richard – Florida
- I just had to share “I will be there” with my brother. We can be there to lighten someone else’s load; I want my friends to know I am there for them whenever needed… to listen.
When you think about it we really don’t need a new word for these people, for they are friends just as if we could see and touch them everyday. These friends and all of you that stay in touch are my confidants, you provide comfort and support, and fortunately there is always one or more of you there. It is when we share our feelings and care for each other that we become friends.
Of course this only works if we let it. We need to be grateful to those who care enough to take an interest in us, people often know us as well as almost anyone else. And Paula, Richard, Kathie and all the rest of you, thanks, I am glad we have met and become friends.
“The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?”
Henry David Thoreau
Jack has died. His lawyer is standing before the family and reads out Jack’s last will and testament.
“To my dear wife Esther, I leave the house, 50 acres of land, and one million dollars. To my son Barry, I leave my big Lexus and the Jaguar. To my daughter Suzy, I leave my yacht and $250,000. And to my brother-in-law Jeff, who always insisted that health is better than wealth, I leave my sun lamp.”
Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.
A young man from the city went to visit his farmer uncle. For the first few days, the uncle showed him the usual things – chickens, cows, crops, etc. After three days, however, it was obvious that the nephew was getting bored, and the uncle was running out of things to amuse him with.
Finally, the uncle had an idea. “Why don’t you grab a gun, take the dogs, and go shooting?”
This seemed to cheer the nephew up, and with enthusiasm, off he went, dogs in trail.
After a few hours, the nephew returned.
“How did you enjoy that?” asked the uncle.
“It was great!” exclaimed the nephew. “Got any more dogs?”
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine; but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
A rabbi, burdened by the importance of his work, went into the synagogue to pray. Falling to his knees, he lamented, “Oh, Lord, I am nothing! I am nothing!”
Just then a Jewish judge passed by and overhearing the prayer was moved to join the rabbi on his knees. Shortly, he too, was crying aloud, “Oh, Lord, I too am nothing! I am nothing!”
The janitor of the temple, awed by the sight of the two men praying joined them, crying, “Oh, Lord, I also am nothing! I am nothing!”
At this the judge nudged the rabbi and said, “Look who thinks he’s nothing.”
No matter what happens, somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.
My first stop on my vacation was my sister’s house in Montana. She’s extremely organized. Before she leaves on a trip, she always types up address labels for her postcards. This time, I figured I’d done her one better. I boasted, “You’ll be impressed. I’ve already written thank-you notes to everyone with whom I’ll be staying. They’re all stamped and ready to go.”
My sister was silent for a moment, and then she said, “You mean those little envelopes I saw in your room and mailed this morning?”
“I phoned my dad to tell him I had stopped smoking. He called me a quitter.”
Molly was worried that her three-year-old son was unusually precocious, and took him to a psychiatrist.
“Right,” said the shrink, “We’ll just try a few simple tests.” To Morris the boy, he said “Say a few words – anything that comes into your mind.”
The boy turned to his mother and asked, “Does he want logically constructed sentences or just a few random and purely isolated words without any split infinitives?”
“A great many people think they are thinking when they are really rearranging their prejudices.”
Edward R. Murrow
The Sunday school teacher was carefully explaining the story of Elijah the Prophet and the false prophets of Baal. She explained how Elijah built the altar, put wood upon it, cut the steer in pieces and laid it upon the altar. And then Elijah commanded the people of God to fill four barrels of water and pour it over the altar. He had them do this four times. “Now, said the teacher, “can anyone in the class tell me why the Lord would have Elijah pour water over the steer on the altar?”
A little girl in the back of the room raised her hand with great enthusiasm. “To make the gravy,” came her enthusiastic reply.
“The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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