September 27, 2017
Be patient and understanding. Life is too short to be vengeful or malicious.
If you are like I am you wish that there was less animosity, hate and ill will in our world. I so appreciate the folks who have the strength of character to care for their fellow man. These are people who volunteer their time helping those who have suffered in disasters. They unselfishly hold the hand of the sick and downtrodden. I regret that their acts of kindness are often masked by the deluge of negative events.
I sometimes long for the days when I, like other children, saw a kinder world. Here is a story that some would scoff at but there are those like me who still have the capacity to be moved by the tender offering of a caring hand.
Someone Who Understands
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
“Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”
“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. “I’ve got thirty-nine cents.Is that enough to take a look?”
“Sure,” said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. “Here, Dolly!” he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up…
“I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”
With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
Joe went into his proctologist’s office for a rectal exam. Elaine, the Doctor’s new nurse, took him to an examining room and told him to get undressed and have a seat until the doctor could see him. While waiting, Joe observed that there were three items on a stand next to the exam table: a Tube of K-Y jelly a rubber glove and a beer.
When the doctor finally came in Joe said, “Look Doc, I’m a little confused. I know what the K-Y is for, and I know what the glove is for, but can you tell me what the BEER is for?”
The Doctor flung the door open and yelled to his nurse, “Damn it Elaine, I said a BUTT LIGHT”
The fastest way to travel is to be there already.
My husband had run to the store with our daughters, Sarah (four) and Hannah (two) and on the way home he drove through a neighborhood looking for houses for sale. After a bit Sarah asked, “Daddy, what are we doing?”
My husband said he was looking at the houses that were for sale.
Sarah asked “Are you gonna buy a new house?”
Dad replied “Maybe.”
Then Sarah said with much concern, “But Dad, how will we get it HOME?!”
Television is what gives you nothing to do when you aren’t doing anything anyway.
When Morty returned home from work, his wife Ruth said, “So how was your day?”
He replied, “I met an artist and I’ve never met someone so talented. He said he painted a picture of a cobweb on his wall and it looked so real, the maid tried for over an hour to get it off.
Ruth said, “I don’t believe him.”
“Why not?” said Morty, “some artists are very good indeed.”
“Maybe,” said Ruth, “But maids aren’t.”
Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.
Walter Savage Landor
Two men sank into adjacent train seats after a long day in the city. One asked the other, “Your son go back to college yet?”
“Two days ago.”
“Hmm. Mine’s a senior this year, so it’s almost over. In May, he’ll be an engineer.”
“What’s your boy going to be when he gets out of college?”
“At the rate he’s going, I’d say he’ll be about thirty.”
“No, I mean what’s he taking in college?”
“He’s taking every penny I make.”
“Doesn’t he burn the midnight oil enough?”
“He doesn’t get in early enough to burn the midnight oil.”
“Well, has sending him to college done anything at all?”
“Sure has! It’s totally cured his mother of bragging about him!”
Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but not to their crotch when they ask where the toilet is?
A TEENAGER who had just received her learner’s permit offered to drive her parents to church. After a wild ride, they finally reached their destination. The driver’s mother got out of the car and said, “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” her daughter replied.
As the woman slammed the door, she said, “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to God.”
“Sometimes all a person wants is an empathetic ear; all he or she needs is to talk it out. Just offering a listening ear and an understanding heart for his or her suffering can be a big comfort.”
Roy T. Bennett
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