July 26, 2017
Never stop enjoying, life too short to be gloomy everyday. Smile .
I am off to my physical regimen and then to see the musical Ring of Fire at a luncheon matinee. The show is part of my “Ray’s Enjoy Life Program” an effort to get the maximum enjoyment out my days. I hope you allow yourself whatever it takes for you to also enjoy your life.
Life’s too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
Live life the way you want it to be.
Live it to the fullest, feel free!
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the colors of a rainbow.
Live as far as the clouds can go.
Never waste it with worthless doubts and fears,
With insecurities and useless tears.
Remember that what couldn’t tear you makes you strong.
Put away frustrations, sing your own song!
Believe in what you can do.
The world is round; it’s all up to you.
Think fast, act now!
Time is gold; it couldn’t be renewed.
Value experiences, learn from mistakes.
Improve for the better, live for others.
Do what is right and what is best.
Always be yourself, unique from the rest.
Laugh as if there’s no tomorrow.
Dance as though you’ll never get through.
Love with all your heart and soul.
Sing like you’re on the top of the world.
Forget the money, the root of all evil.
Treasure your loved ones; you’re lucky they’re still there.
Strengthen your faith, live with God.
The best things in life are for free, so why not?!
In all of living, have much fun and laughter. Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured.
Gordon B. Hinckley
An old lady tottered into a lawyer’s office and asked for help in arranging a divorce.
“A divorce?” asked the unbelieving lawyer. “Tell me, how old are you?”
“I’m eighty-four,” answered the old lady.
“Eighty-four! And how old is your husband?”
“My husband is eighty-seven.”
“My, my,” said the lawyer, “and how long have you been married?”
“Next September will be sixty-two years.”
“Married sixty-two years?! Why would you want a divorce now?”
“Because,” the woman answered calmly, “enough is enough.”
“If you don’t run your own life, somebody else will.”
Isaac was sitting at a table in his favorite restaurant when he called over his waiter.
“Yes?” asked the busy waiter.
“Are you sure you’re the waiter I ordered from?” asked Isaac.
“Why do you ask?” replied the waiter.
“Because I was expecting a much older man by now,” replied Isaac.
I prefer to describe myself as a “Contemporary Anthropological Interactive Observer” because it has just the right amount of flair. Besides….”stalker” is such an ugly word.
Sam has been in the computer business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Vermont as far from humanity as possible. Sam sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it’s total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost total isolation, he’s finishing dinner when someone knocks on his door. He opens it and there is a big, bearded Vermonter standing there.
“Name’s Enoch… Your neighbor from four miles over the ridge… Having a party Saturday… Thought you’d like to come.”
“Great,” says Sam, “after six months of this I’m ready to meet some local folks. Thank you.”
As Enoch is leaving he stops, “Gotta warn you there’s gonna be some drinkin’.”
“Not a problem… After 25 years in the computer business, I can drink with the best of ’em.”
Again, as he starts to leave Enoch stops. “More ‘n’ likely gonna be some fightin’ too.”
“Damn”, Sam thinks… “Tough crowd.” “Well, I get along with people. I’ll be there. Thanks again.”
Once again Enoch turns from the door. “I’ve seen some wild sex at these parties, too.”
“Now that’s not a problem” says Sam, “Remember I’ve been alone for six months!
I’ll definitely be there… By the way, what should I wear?”
Enoch stops in the door again and says, “Whatever you want, just gonna be the two of us.”
“If you’re going to do something tonight that you’ll be be sorry for tomorrow morning, sleep late.”
Hanging in the hallway at the High School are the basketball team pictures from the past 40 years. A player in the center of the front row in each picture holds a basketball identifying the year — “62-63,” “63-64,” “64-65,” etc.
One day I spotted a freshman looking curiously at the photos. Turning to me, he said, “Isn’t it strange how the teams always lost by one point?”
Do what makes you happy, be with who makes you smile, laugh as much as you breathe, and love as long as you live.
Rachel Ann Nunes
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