Ray's musings and humor

We need each other

Hear me, four quarters of the world – a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is! Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds.

Black Elk

(1863-1950) Oglala Sioux holy man


I had a full day yesterday that wore me out so I decided to concentrate my energy on resting so you guessed it, another Daily from yesteryear.

Ray’s Daily first published on September 16, 2005

I was talking to a friend, a daily reader, at a Foreign Affairs dinner the other evening. I mentioned that recently we have had a number of new people join our list including someone from New Zealand and a few from Australia. He commented on how much our family of readers has grown. He said “do you realize that you have made friends you will never see?” Of course I said I did.

Since then I have been thinking about what he said and how we have our daily communication in common. We may never see each other but I know you are there and that gives me pleasure, almost as much as I get when you let me know what’s happening in your life.

We live in different parts of the world, we practice many religions, and our education levels run the gamut from school drop outs to PHD’s. Some of us work in government, some humanitarians, and many of us are businessmen and women. We work in hospitals, we are cooks and chefs, we are teachers, artists, performers, and laborers. There are few things that are not done by one or more of us. We are retirees, housewives, students, parents, brothers, sisters, neighbors, and citizens.

We share a zest for life, a belief in ourselves, and know that in our own way we make a difference. Just think, there are hundreds of us each day who make a difference, it might be the smile we give to a stranger, a child that allows us to share a little of their time, or one of the other hundreds of ways we enrich our lives by enriching the lives of others. We dream, we have fun, and most of all we care and share. As you know a sunset is always more beautiful when it is seen and shared with another. And you know what? We share what we do each day knowing that others of us are out there also doing what they can. We may not be able to hold hands but we can share our spirit. And as Black Elk said, “Hear me, four quarters of the world – a relative I am!” And so my brothers and sisters, thanks for being who you are and thanks for being there.


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 Buechner


The boss was very exasperated with his new secretary. She ignored the telephone when it rang.

“You must answer the telephone,” he told her irritably.

“All right,” she replied, “but it seems so silly. Nine times out of ten, it’s for you!”


If I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone? For that matter, how come wrong numbers are never busy?


Church Bulletin Bloopers

– The Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled. Proceeds will be used to cripple children.

– Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM. Please use the back door.

– The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare’s Hamlet in the Church basement Friday at 7 PM. The Congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.

– Thursday night Potluck Supper. Prayer and medication to follow.

– A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall. Music will follow.

– At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be “What Is Hell?” Come early and listen to our choir practice


All I Ask Is a Chance to Prove That Money Can’t Make Me Happy.”


The Hebrew people were sitting around Mt. Sinai. You could hear only a subdued murmur among them, but you could feel the tension in the air.

For hours now, Moses had been on top of the mountain, hidden from their gaze by clouds wafting around its top. Sometimes the clouds became dark and you could hear thunder rolling down. In spite of the warm weather, this caused a shudder among the waiting mass. The end of day was approaching and dusk was beginning to set in when suddenly a figure came through the clouds and walked down the steep mountainside carrying a heavy load. It was Moses. Moses set down his load and raised his hands.

“Friends,” he said. “Friends, it was hard work and I have done my best. I have negotiated with Him. I used every possible argument, every trick I could think of—and I think I was successful. The good news is: I brought him down from 15 to 10. The bad news is: Adultery is still in.”


“A Picture Is Worth 1,000 Words, But It Uses Up a Thousand Times the Memory.”


An elderly gentleman is standing at the pearly gates and St. Peter addresses him: All you need to have done is one good deed, and we will allow you passage into heaven?

The old man says, “No problem,” as he recounts to St. Peter that he once stopped at an intersection and saw a motorcycle gang harassing a young woman. He got out of his car, walked up to one of the bikers, who was over seven feet tall and must have weighed nearly 400 pounds, and told the biker that abusing and harassing a woman is a cowardly act and that he would not tolerate it in his presence. He then reached up, yanked out his nose ring and kicked him in the groin to make a point.

St. Peter is frantically searching the man’s life in his book in front of him and says, “I can’t find that incident anywhere in your file. When did that happen?”

The old man looks down at his watch and says, “Oh, about five minutes ago.”


Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.


A woman had gained a few pounds. It was most noticeable to her when she squeezed into a pair of her old blue jeans.   Wondering if the added weight was noticeable to everyone else, she asked her husband, “Honey, do these jeans make me look like the side of the house?”

“No, dear, not at all,” he replied, “Our house isn’t blue.”


Life would be much easier if I had the source code.


Billy called his mother from his friend Charlie’s house and confessed he had broken a lamp when he threw a football in their living room.

“But, Mom,” he said, brightening, “you don’t have to worry about buying another one. Charlie’s mother said it was irreplaceable.”


A motivational sign at work: The beatings will continue until morale improves.


A man with a nagging secret couldn’t keep it any longer. In the confessional he admitted that for years he had been stealing building supplies from the lumberyard where he worked.

“How much material did you take?” his priest asked.

“Enough to build my own house, and enough for my son’s house, and houses for our two daughters and our cottage at the lake.”

“This is very serious,” the priest said. “I shall have to think of a far-reaching penance. Have you ever done a retreat?”

“No, Father, I haven’t,” the man replied. “But if you can get the plans, I can get the lumber.”


Responsibility does not only lie with the leaders of our countries or with those who have been appointed or elected to do a particular job. It lies with each of us individually. Peace, for example, starts within each one of us. When we have inner peace, we can be at peace with those around us.

Dalai Lama


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.

Ray’s Daily has been sent for more than fifteen years to people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@gmail.com. Back issues are posted at https://raykiwsp.wordpress.com/ currently there are more than 2000 readers from around the world.


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