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April 28, 2017


“Winners have the ability to step back from the canvas of their lives like an artist gaining perspective. They make their lives a work of art – an individual masterpiece.”

Denis Waitley

Good morning all. I am off to an early morning meeting so I am going to once again take you back to yesteryear by sending you a Ray’s Daily reprint. Have a great weekend and I’ll be back Monday.

Ray’s Daily first published on April 28, 2009

I wonder sometimes if we have been so conditioned to make quick decisions, do instant analysis and learn only from sound byte information as we live a pseudo fast track life that we have forgotten how to stop and do an objective inventory of our lives. British journalist Claire Rayner recently wrote:

This Too Will Pass

I was taught these words by my grandmother as a phrase that is to be used at all times in your life. When things are spectacularly dreadful; when things are absolutely appalling; when everything is superb and wonderful and marvelous and happy – say these four words to yourself. They will give you a sense of perspective and help you also to make the most of what is good and be stoical about what is bad.

When I read the piece I again realized that the one thing we can always be sure of is that “This too will pass.” The problem is that we far too often don’t move with the passing parade. Some of us even chose to put a stake in the ground during the bad times and just stay miserable even though the reason for the initial pain is long gone.

We live our lives in a space time continuum that is best enjoyed by our maintaining a balanced perspective while never taking too much too seriously. Most of the time when things aren’t going well few notice and that being true it says to me that maintaining a balanced perspective is critical to getting the most out of our days as we can. It always helps me to ask myself when things go bad if this is all that important and will the world be the worse of than it was? And the answer almost always is that it is of no real consequence.

We all make mistakes; we all stumble; that is just part of life. Every time we do we learn something of value. In my experience, few notice our slips and those that do understand. I am not naive enough to think that there aren’t those who are quick to judge and who find joy in criticizing, these are folks that I don’t really care about and find them easy to ignore. There are too many good people out there for me to waste too much time on those that aren’t.

OK, enough of the negative stuff for the best things in life are the bright spots which are also fleeting so it truly important that we appreciate them when they happen. I never want to be so busy I that I miss someone’s smile, fail to hear a song or pass up a moment when I can tell someone how important they are. As we have discussed before, if I sharpen my ability to appreciate I will find great memories that I can bank and retrieve when I need a boost. So ride your life, don’t let it drag you down.


“Joy, sorrow, tears, lamentation, laughter – to all these music gives voice, but in such a way that we are transported from the world of unrest to a world of peace, and see reality in a new way, as if we were sitting by a mountain lake and contemplating hills and woods and clouds in the tranquil and fathomless water.”

Albert Schweitzer



Why men don’t write advice columns: Walter’s Problem Page

Dear Walter:

I hope you can help me here. The other day I set off for work leaving my husband in the house watching the TV as usual. I hadn’t gone more than a few hundred yards down the road when my engine conked out and the car shuddered to a halt. I walked back home to get my husband’s help.

When I got home I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was parading in front of the wardrobe mirror dressed in my underwear and high-heel shoes, and he was wearing my make up. I am 32, my husband is 34 and we have been married for twelve years. When I confronted him, he tried to make out that he had dressed in my lingerie because he couldn’t find his own underwear. But when I asked him about the make up, he broke down and admitted that he’d been wearing my clothes for six months. I told him to stop or I would leave him.

He was let go from his job six months ago and he says he has been feeling increasingly depressed and worthless. I love him very much, but ever since I gave him the ultimatum he has become increasingly distant.

I don’t feel I can get through to him anymore. Can you please help?

Sincerely, Mrs. Sheila Uisk

Dear Sheila:

A car stalling after being driven a short distance can be caused by a variety of faults with the engine. Start by checking that there is no debris in the fuel line. If it is clear, check the jubilee clips holding the vacuum pipes onto the inlet manifold. If none of these approaches solves the problem, it could be that the fuel pump itself is faulty, causing low delivery pressure to the carburetor float chamber. I hope this helps.



Never close your lips to those to whom you have opened your heart.

Charles Dickens


She said: I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other stall saying, “Hi, how are you?”

I’m not the type to start a conversation in the restroom and I don’t know what got into me, but I answered, somewhat embarrassed, “Doin’ just fine!”

And the other person says, “So, what are you up to?”

What kind of question is that? At that point, I’m thinking this is too bizarre so I say, “Uhhh, I’m like you, just traveling!”

At this point I am just trying to get out as fast as I can when I hear another question. “Can I come over?”

OK, this question is just too weird for me, but I figure I’ll just be polite and end the conversation. I say, “No, I’m a little busy right now!”

Then I hear the person say nervously, “Listen, I’ll have to call you back. There’s an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions.”


Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.



A couple of young fellers were fishing at their special pond off the beaten track when out of the bushes jumped the Game Warden. Immediately, one of the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods like a bat out of hell, and hot on his heels came the Game Warden

After about a half mile the fella stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath and the Game Warden finally caught up to him… “Lets see yer fishin’ license, Boy!!” the Warden gasped. With that, the fella pulled out his wallet and gave the Game Warden a valid fishing license.

“Well, son,” said the Game Warden, “you must be about as dumb as a box of rocks! You don’t have to run from me if you have a valid license!”

“Yes, sir,” replied the young feller, “But my friend back there, well, he don’t have one…”


“Wisdom is your perspective on life, your sense of balance, your understanding of how the various parts and principles apply and relate to each other. It embraces judgment, discernment, comprehension. It is a gestalt or oneness, and integrated wholeness.”

Stephen R. Covey


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

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