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It can be a good life

“To be kind to all, to like many and love a few, to be needed and wanted by those we love, is certainly the nearest we can come to happiness.”

Mary Stuart


Wow November already, while summer keeps trying to come back where I live, autumn will soon be behind us and our winter gear will again come into use. While I enjoy the changes in climate in my part of the world there are some days that are pretty dreary. The good news is that we can adjust to the weather and the things that happen around us. But it is good news only if we choose live without letting things get you down.

Those of you who know me, know that I do my best not to let my mind dwell on the negative stuff rather choosing to make the best of what we have. I have learned that, at least in my case, a happy life is built on the habits we develop. As an example I recently stumbled across the following poem that out lines how we can live the good life. I think it is worth savoring rather than speed reading for its message can seep in and make tomorrow a little better.



By Priscilla Leonard


Forget each kindness that you do

As soon as you have done it.

Forget the praise that falls to you

The moment you have won it.

Forget the slander that you hear

Before you can repeat it.

Forget each slight, each spite, each sheer

Wherever you may meet it.


Remember every kindness done

To you, whate’er its measure.

Remember praise by others won

And pass it on with pleasure.

Remember every promise made

And keep it to the letter.

Remember those who lend you aid

And be a grateful debtor.


Remember all the happiness

That comes your way in living.

Forget each worry and distress;

Be hopeful and forgiving.

Remember good, remember truth,

Remember Heaven’s above you,

And you will find, through age and youth

True joys and hearts to love you. 


“There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.”



There was a little boy in Kindergarten. He cried, so the teacher asked him what was wrong. He sobbed, “I can’t find my boots.” The teacher looked around the classroom and saw a pair of boots, “Are these yours?”

“No, they’re not mine,” the boy shook his head.  The teacher and the boy searched all over the classroom for his boots. Finally, the teacher gave up, “Are you SURE those boots are not yours?” “I’m sure,” the boy sobbed, “mine had snow on them.”


No matter how busy people are, they are never too busy to stop and talk about how busy they are.


Two little girls were sitting in the lunchroom of an elementary school in Beverly Hills.

“Guess what,” one said. “Mommy’s getting married again, so I’ll have a new daddy.”

“Really,” said the other girl. “Who’s she marrying?”

“Winston James, the famous director.”

“Oh, you’ll like him,” the other girl exclaimed. “He was my daddy last year.”


People who live in glass houses should make love in the basement.


A pastor was giving the children’s message during church. For this part of the service, he would gather all the children around him and give a brief lesson before dismissing them for children’s church. On this particular Sunday, he was using squirrels for an object lesson on industry and preparation. He started out by saying, ‘I’m going to describe something, and I want you to raise your hand when you know what it is.’ The children nodded eagerly.

‘This thing lives in trees (pause) and eats nuts (pause)…’ No hands went up. ‘And it is gray (pause) and has a long bushy tail (pause)…’ The children were looking at each other, but still no hands raised. ‘And it jumps from branch to branch (pause) and chatters and flips its tail when it’s excited (pause)…’

Finally one little boy tentatively raised his hand. The pastor breathed a sigh of relief and called on him. ‘Well…,’ said the boy, ‘I *know* the answer must be Jesus…but is sure sounds like a squirrel to me!’


Louis was talking to his friend Max. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my Becky,” he said, “and there’s nothing Becky wouldn’t do for me. And that’s how we go through life – doing nothing for each other.”


When Morris gets home from work, Sara wife tells him, “So today I went to the doctor and he says I can’t make love.”

Morris asks, “How’d he find out?”


An amateur photographer was invited to dinner with friends and took along a few pictures to show the hostess. She looked at the photos and commented, “These are very good! You must have a good camera.”

He didn’t make any comment. As he was leaving to go home, he said, “That was a really delicious meal! You must have some very good pots.”


“There is no wealth but life.”

John Ruskin


We had built our dream house several years ago, and furnished it with quality pieces as we could afford them. Now the delivery truck carrying the last purchase, a new bedroom suite, was pulling into the driveway. “Finally!” I exclaimed, flinging open the front door as the driver walked up to the house. “I’ve been waiting twelve years for this!”

“Don’t blame me, lady,” he said. “I just got the order this morning.”


“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.”

Robert A. Heinlein


Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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