In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
I had the good fortune many years ago to meet an executive secretary at Morton Salt in Chicago. We only met a few times back I have not seen her since then. But like so many of you Judy and I have stayed in touch ever since.
I really do appreciate the fact that she has offered her friendship and she will always be special to me. One of the gifts she gives me is to occasionally send me a copy of something she appreciates and what she sent me yesterday really hit home. It accurately defines what life is all about and how we might live it. Here is what she sent.
Our Life Train
At birth we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel on our side.
However, at some station our parents will step down from the train, leaving us on this journey alone.
As time goes by, other people will board the train; and they will be significant i.e. our siblings, friends, children, and even the love of your life.
Many will step down and leave a permanent vacuum.
Others will go so unnoticed that we don’t realize they vacated their seats.
This train ride will be full of joy, sorrow, fantasy, expectations, hellos, goodbyes, and farewells.
Success consists of having a good relationship with all passengers requiring that we give the best of ourselves.
The mystery to everyone is: We do not know at which station we ourselves will step down.
So, we must live in the best way, love, forgive, and offer the best of who we are.
It is important to do this because when the time comes for us to step down and leave our seat empty we should leave behind beautiful memories for those who will continue to travel on the train of life.
I wish you a joyful journey on the train of life. Reap success and give lots of love. More importantly, thank God for the journey.
Lastly, I thank you for being one of the passengers on my train. (By the way, I am not planning to get off the train anytime soon but if I do, just remember I am glad you were part of my journey.)
I have found that if you love life, life will love you back.
If you can start the day without caffeine or pep pills,
If you can be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when loved ones are too busy to give you time,
If you can overlook when people take things out on you when, through no fault of yours, something goes wrong,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
If you can do all these things,
THEN YOU ARE PROBABLY THE FAMILY DOG
“A man is known by the company he avoids.”
For weeks a six-year old lad kept telling his first-grade teacher about the baby brother or sister that was expected at his house. One day the mother allowed the boy to feel the movements of the unborn child. The six-year old was obviously impressed, but made no comment. Furthermore, he stopped telling his teacher about the impending event. The teacher finally sat the boy on her lap and said, “Tommy, whatever has become of that baby brother or sister you were expecting at home?”
Tommy burst into tears and confessed, “I think Mommy ate it!”
If you like gambling, the worst thing you can do is bring your spouse with you to the casino. If you lose, they get mad. If you win, they want half!
She does at:
Age 8: Looks at herself and sees: Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty.
Age 15: Looks at herself and sees: Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty/Cheerleader, or if she is PMS’ing: sees: Pimples/UGLY (“Mom, I can’t go to school looking like this!”)
Age 20: Looks at herself and sees: “too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly” – but decides she’s going out anyway.
Age 30: Looks at herself and sees: “too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly” – but decides she doesn’t have time to fix it so she’s going out anyway.
Age 40: Looks at herself and sees: “too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly” – but says, “At least, I’m clean” and goes out anyway.
Age 50: Looks at herself and sees I am” – and goes wherever she wants to.
Age 60: Looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can’t even see themselves in the mirror anymore. …goes out and conquers the world.
Age 70: Looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter and ability – goes out and enjoys life.
Age 80: Doesn’t bother to look. Just puts on a red hat and goes out to participate in the world.
Age 90: Can’t see and doesn’t worry about it!
“I don’t want any yes-men around me. I want everybody to tell me the truth even if it costs them their jobs.”
I was addressing some mail when I noticed that my card file of frequently used addresses was missing. Thinking it must have fallen from my typing table into the wastebasket, I called the office janitor. “I’ve lost my Rolodex,” I told him. “It may have been picked up with the trash. Is there any way you could find it?” He said he would conduct a search. When the janitor informed me he had searched every trash container for my Rolodex, with no luck, I thanked him for his trouble.
As I left work that evening, the janitor met me at the door. “Good night,” he said smiling apologetically. “Sorry I couldn’t find your watch.”
“The Law of Reality” Never get into fights with ugly people, they have nothing to lose.
Two nuns were shopping in a food store and happened to be passing the beer and liquor section. One asks the other if she would like a beer. The other nun answered that would be good, but that she would be queasy about purchasing it. The first nun said that she would handle it and picked up a six pack and took it to the cashier. The cashier had a surprised look and the first nun said that it was for washing their hair. The cashier without blinking an eye, reached under the counter and put a package of pretzels in the bag with the beer saying, “Here, don’t forget the curlers.”
Life is a song – sing it. Life is a game – play it. Life is a challenge – meet it. Life is a dream – realize it. Life is a sacrifice – offer it. Life is love – enjoy it.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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