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Another Good Day

After every storm the sun will smile; for every problem there is a solution, and the soul’s indefeasible duty is to be of good cheer.

William R. Alger

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As I get older I have learned to appreciate each day. In reality at the end of my day I spend a few moments being grateful for not only making it through another day but for the good things that were part of it.

I can’t do many of the things I use to do. I sure am a lot slower these days but I have learned to appreciate the little things more. Rather than focusing in on any difficulties I may have had I choose to remember the days bright spots. I don’t have to wait for tomorrow for my pleasure since I always find some in my day.

So much in our lives depends on our outlook. Here is a story by  Lee Ryan Miller that I like, I hope you will too.

Who You Are Speaks Louder to Me Than Anything You Can Say

At the beginning of my 8:00 a.m. class one Monday at UNLV, I cheerfully asked my students how their weekend had been.  One young man said that his weekend had not been very good.  He’d had his wisdom teeth extracted.  The young man then proceeded to ask me why I always seemed to be so cheerful. His question reminded me of something I’d read somewhere before:  “Every morning when you get up, you have a choice about how you want to approach life that day,” I said to the young man. “I choose to be cheerful.

“Let me give you an example,” I continued.  The other sixty students in the class ceased their chatter and began to listen to our conversation.  “In addition to teaching here at UNLV, I also teach out at the community college in Henderson, about seventeen miles down the freeway from where I live.  One day a few weeks ago I drove those seventeen miles to Henderson. I exited the freeway and turned onto College Drive.  I only had to drive another quarter-mile down the road to the college. But just then my car died.  I tried to start it again, but the engine wouldn’t turn over.  So I put my flashers on, grabbed my books, and marched down the road to the college.

“As soon as I got there I called AAA and asked them to send a tow truck.  The secretary in the Provost’s office asked me what had happened.  ‘This is my lucky day,’ I replied, smiling.

“‘Your car breaks down and today is your lucky day?’  She was puzzled.  ‘What do you mean?’

 “‘I live seventeen miles from here.’  I replied.  ‘My car could have broken down anywhere along the freeway.  It didn’t.  Instead, it broke down in the perfect place:  off the freeway, within walking distance of here.  I’m still able to teach my class, and I’ve been able to arrange for the tow truck to meet me after class.  If my car was meant to break down today, it couldn’t have been arranged in a more convenient fashion.’

 “The secretary’s eyes opened wide, and then she smiled.  I smiled back and headed for class.” So ended my story to the students in my economics class at UNLV. I scanned the sixty faces in the lecture hall.  Despite the early hour, no one seemed to be asleep.  Somehow, my story had touched them.  Or maybe it wasn’t the story at all.  In fact, it had all started with a student’s observation that I was cheerful.

 A wise man once said, “Who you are speaks louder to me than anything you can say.”  I suppose it must be so.


The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox


It was a beautiful wedding, but the mother of the bride seemed to be taking it too hard. Right after the ceremony, an old friend came up to console her. “Don’t cry,” said the friend. “They say girls marry men like their fathers.”

“I’ve heard that too,” said the mother. “That’s why I’m crying!”


Men who are getting on in years should console themselves with the thought that when they get too old to set bad examples, they can always start giving advice!


The widow lay crying on her psychiatrist’s couch. “We were married twenty-five years before he died,” she said, dabbing away a tear. “Never had an argument in all those years.”

“Amazing,” said the doctor. “How did you do it?”

“I outweighed him by forty pounds and he was a coward.”


I have my standards.  They may be low, but I have them.

Bette Midler


The tiresome jury selection process continued, each side hotly contesting and dismissing potential jurors. Don O’Brian was called for his question session.

“Property holder?”

“Yes, I am, Your Honor.”

“Married or single?”

“Married for twenty years, Your Honor.”

“Formed or expressed an opinion?”

“Not in twenty years, Your Honor.”


I started out with nothing and I still have most of it.


A lawyer runs a stop sign and gets pulled over by a sheriff’s deputy.  He thinks that he is smarter than the deputy because he is a lawyer from New York and is certain that he has a better education then any cop from Texas. He decides to prove this to himself and have some fun at the Texas deputy’s expense.

The deputy says, ‘License and registration, please.’

‘What for?’ says the lawyer..

The deputy says, ‘You didn’t come to a complete stop at the stop sign.’

Then the lawyer says, ‘I slowed down, and no one was coming.’

‘You still didn’t come to a complete stop, Says the deputy. ‘License and registration, please.’

The lawyer says, ‘What’s the difference?’

‘The difference is you have to come to complete stop, that’s the law. License and registration, please!’ the Deputy repeats.

Lawyer says, ‘If you can show me the legal difference between slow down and stop, I’ll give you my license and registration; and you give me the ticket. If not, you let me go and don’t give me the ticket.’

‘That sounds fair. Please exit your vehicle, sir,’ the deputy says.

At this point, the deputy takes out his nightstick and starts beating the lawyer and says, ‘Do you want me to stop, or just slow down?


Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.

Amy Lowell


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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