October 5, 2017
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
I have really liked the therapists who have been coming to my house in order to help my wife regain her capabilities. The one thing these good folks have in common has been a positive attitude and optimistic demeanor.
I am always glad to meet friends and others that invariably greet me with a smile and a welcoming remark. The contrast between them and the chronic complainers is striking. If you are like I am there are people who always leave you feeling good and others who you are glad when they leave. I feel sorry for those who only focus on gloom for there is little chance that they will see the good things that we already have.
Happiness is truly in the eye of the beholder and those who are looking for something that does not exist will always be blinded to what is good about what does exist. We must not run so fast in search of happiness that we never stop to see it always there waiting for us.
So my friends don’t wait until you are eighty like the man in this story, enjoy your life now.
An old man lived in the village…
An old man lived in the village. He was one of the most unfortunate people in the world. The whole village was tired of him, he was always gloomy, constantly complained and always was in a bad mood. The longer he lived, the more bile was becoming and the more poisonous were his words. People avoided him, because his misfortune became contagious. It was even unnaturally and insulting to be happy next to him. He created the feeling of unhappiness in others.
But one day, when he got eighty years old, an incredible thing happened. Instantly everyone heard the rumour: “An Old Man is happy today, he doesn’t complain about anything, smiles, and even his face is freshened up”. The whole village gathered together. An old man was asked:
– What happened to you?
– Nothing special – he answered. – Eighty years I’ve been chasing happiness, and it was useless. And then I decided to live without happiness and just enjoy life. That’s why I’m happy now.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
There’s a man named Ralph that goes into a bar, looking very depressed. A friend approaches him and asks, “Why the long face, Ralph?”
“Oh, I’m just bored. I know every person in the entire world now, and there’s just nothing left to challenge me.”
His friend says, “No, you can’t know everyone. Do you know Paul McCartney?”
He says, “Sure, Paul’s an old friend of mine. Here, I’ll show you.” He goes over to a phone, dials a number. His friend overhears a British accent, “Hey Ralph, how ya doing?”
He talks for a while, but when Ralph hangs up, his friend is not really sure that it was Paul McCartney on the other end of the line, so he asks him if he knows the president. Ralph says, “Sure, we go way back.” This time he lets him listen in as he calls a private number. It sounds like the president on the other end of the line, and they go into a big discussion of the current economic scene, and Ralph offers a few suggestions. Drawing the conversation to a close, Ralph wishes him well and hangs up.
His friend is a little dumbfounded at this point. “Well, there must be someone that you don’t know.” He goes over a few more people in his mind, and thinks, ‘He can’t possibly know the Pope. After all, he’s a Protestant.’
But Ralph claims to know him, so to convince himself otherwise, his friend decides to fly both himself and Ralph to the Vatican to get positive proof of Ralph’s conviction.
So they arrive at the Vatican, and Ralph suggests that his friend wait out in the Papal square until Ralph has cleared things with the Pope. He’s standing in the courtyard, when who walks out onto the balcony of the private residence, arm in arm with the Pope, but Ralph.
Ralph looks down, sees that his friend has apparently passed out, and runs down to see what can be done for him. “What happened to you? Couldn’t you accept the fact that I really do know the Pope?”
“No, I’d begun to accept that possibility. But what really took my breath away was some stranger standing next to me who said, ‘Who’s that guy standing there with Ralph?'”
You are a fortunate person, indeed, if you can begin each day accepting the fact that during that day there will be ups and downs, good breaks and bad ones, disappointments, surprises, unexpected turns of events.
An 80 year old man goes in to see the doctor.
Doctor says, “What is the problem?”
Old man says, “Well, it’s my wife. Our sex life has gone down hill drastically.”
The doctor replies, “How long have you been married?”
Old man, “50 years next month.”
Doctor, “When did you first start noticing this?”
Old man, “Well, first last night, and then again this morning.”
He who laughs, lasts.
My 60-something friend Mary and I decided to introduce her mother to the magic of the Internet. Our first move was to access the popular “Ask Jeeves” site, and we told her it could answer any question she had. Nancy’s mother was very skeptical until Nancy said, “It’s true, Mom. Think of something to ask it.”
As I sat with fingers poised over the keyboard, Nancy’s mother thought a minute, and then responded, “How is Aunt Helen feeling?”
I am a nobody, and nobody is perfect; therefore I am perfect.
A lady is having a bad day at the roulette tables in ‘Vegas. She’s down to her last $50. Exasperated, she exclaims, “What rotten luck! What in the world should I do now?”
A man standing next to her, trying to calm her down, suggests, “I don’t know why don’t you play your age?”
He walks away. Moments later, his attention is grabbed by a great commotion at the roulette table. Maybe she won! He rushes back to the table and pushes his way through the crowd. The lady is lying limp on the floor, with the table operator kneeling over her. The man is stunned. He asks, “What happened? Is she all right?”
The operator replies, “I don’t know. She put all her money on 29, and 36 came up. Then she just fainted!”
Lighten up, just enjoy life, smile more, laugh more, and don’t get so worked up about things.
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