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Ray’s Daily

August 17, 2017


There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.

George Sand


As my wife struggles to regain her health I have thought a lot about our lives together. Each day I realize just how much the little things we so often overlook have become an important part of our lives.

I also think about all the things I never said about how much what we have means to me. The excerpts from following article written by Rita Watson MPH provides important suggestions on how we can make sure our love for someone does not go unexpressed.

Ways to Express Love

Keep love alive from wedding day to every day with spouse, family, and friends.

Love is a choice as much as it is a feeling or a decision. Those who give love receive love.

  •  Express gratitude. Tell someone how much you appreciate their presence in your life.
  • Set aside time to give the gift of listening. Make a date if you must, in your own home or at a quiet little neighborhood place, for coffee or a drink and just listen to each other’s thoughts.
  • Keep anger at bay. During stressful times think of this image. If an ember flies from a fireplace onto your rug, it will burn a hole. Flick it off immediately and the rug is safe.
  • Be thoughtfully generous with gifts. Remember what is special about a person in your life and buy gifts that are unique to them. I had to forgo a trip to Paris because it conflicted with a business meeting in San Diego. My sister purchased a designer umbrella picturing the Seine, the Pont Neuf, and the Eiffel Tower as a reminder that there will always be another time for Paris.
  • Offer an act of kindness. Say to your love or someone you care about, “What can I do for you today that will make your life easier and less stressful?” Then do it.
  • Write a note and send it via the U.S. Mail. Here’s a simple start: “I am so grateful that you are in my life. I love you for a million reasons. Here are the top three.”
  • Make time to be together for events that bring you both pleasure.
  • Be forgiving. We all have quirks. When one surfaces that makes you want to scream, either gently say something or switch to the positive-quality channel.



You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…. connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.”



She said: On my four year old daughter’s first trip to Disneyland she couldn’t wait to get on Mr Toad’s Wild Ride. As the car zoomed through crazy rooms, into the path of a speeding train, and through walls that fell away at the last second, she clutched the little steering wheel in front of her. When the ride is over she said to me a little shakily, “Next time, you drive, I didn’t know where I was going!”


There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time.

There is always something to see, something to hear.

John Cage


The software engineering field is staffed primarily by men; the ratio of male to female software engineers is about 15 to 1. This makes it pretty easy for women to find potential mates among their peers. However, software types have a well-earned reputation for being . . . well, a little strange.

While discussing the prospect of working in the software industry, one woman commented to another, “The odds are good, but the goods are odd.”


Never read the fine print. There ain’t no way you’re going to like it.


Donald Ogden Stewart, the writer, had a son away at prep school. When the boy reached the age of fourteen, Stewart wrote him the following letter:

“Dear son, now that you have reached the magic age of fourteen, the time has come to tell you about the bees and flowers. There is a male and a female bee, although I haven’t the slightest idea which is which. As for the flowers – we get ours from the Plaza Florist, Inc.

Well, that takes care of that.

Write soon, Affectionately,



The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence.

Denis Waitley


The preacher’s 5 year-old daughter noticed that her father always paused and bowed his head, for a moment, before starting his sermon.

One day, she asked him why.

“Well, Honey,” he began, proud that his daughter was so observant of his messages, “I’m asking the Lord to help me preach a good sermon.”

“And how come He doesn’t do it?” she asked.


A listener called the disc jockey on the air at our radio station to ask about the upcoming lunar eclipse. “The eclipse can be seen at 1:30 in the morning,” the DJ told her. “That late?” she snapped. “Why can’t they schedule these things earlier so kids can enjoy them too?”


I told my wife she’d have to make my paycheck go further, so…..she she took it to Hawaii.


She said: Curious when I found two black-and-white negatives in a drawer, I had them made into prints. I was pleasantly surprised to see that they were of a younger, slimmer me, taken on one of my first dates with my husband.

When I showed him the photos, his face lit up. “Wow, look at that!” he said with appreciation. “It’s my old Plymouth


The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.

Hubert H. Humphrey


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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

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Comments on: "Here are things I wish I did" (1)

  1. Thank you for some great thoughts and a little humor. I think I’ll mail a letter to my wife. That is a great idea.

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