January 24, 2018
Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it.
While I am still mending from my fall, I am making progress. The pain is almost manageable and I expect to soon leave my recliner and return to my bed for naps and sleep.
This has been an ordeal for my wife and I but has worked because of the support we have received from our family. My youngest daughter continues to manage our finances and our health needs while providing appointment transportation. My oldest daughter manages the house, she cleans, fixes, and makes sure we have what we need. She also maintains the archive of our important papers. My son provides oversight and on demand help. Their spouses also do a lot of the heavy lifting.
They have done our shopping, managed our medications, brought us meals and more. Our respect and love for our family knows no bounds.
And now we will begin our return to self sufficiency that will include their continued support. We will never be what we once were but we will make the best of what’s ahead. Here are some thoughts for those of us who continue to rebuild.
12 things to remember:
The past cannot be changed.
Opinions don’t define your reality
Everyone’s journey is different.
Things always get better with time.
Judgments are a confession of character.
Over thinking will lead to sadness.
Happiness is found within.
Positive thoughts create positive things.
Smiles are contagious.
Kindness is free.
You only fail if you quit.
What goes around, comes around.
Either you run the day, or the day runs you.
The little church in the suburbs suddenly stopped buying from its regular office supply dealer. So, the dealer telephoned Deacon Brown to ask why. “I’ll tell you why,” said Deacon Brown. “Our church ordered some pencils from you to be used in the pews for visitors to register.”
“Well,” interrupted the dealer, “didn’t you receive them yet?”
“Oh, we received them all right,” replied Deacon Brown. “However, you sent us some golf pencils…each stamped with the words, ‘Play Golf Next Sunday’.”
A rabbi said to a precocious six-year-old boy: “So your mother says your prayers for you each night? Very commendable. What does she say?”
The little boy replied, “Thank God he’s in bed!”
Daddy, where did I come from?” the seven-year-old asked.
It was a moment for which her parents had carefully prepared. They took her into the living room, got out the encyclopedia and several other books, and explained all they thought she should know about sexual attraction, affection, love, and reproductions. Then they both sat back and smiled contentedly.
“Does that answer your question?” her father asked.
“Not really,” the little girl said. “Marcia said she came from Detroit. I want to know where I came from.”
Time may be a great healer but it’s also a lousy beautician.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I feel miserable because I have to keep writing for money. I feel ashamed and unhappy. I have to ask for another hundred, but every cell in my body rebels. I beg on bended knee that you forgive me.
Your son, Marvin.
P.S. I felt so terrible, I ran after the mailman who picked this up in the box at the corner. I wanted to take this letter and burn it. I prayed that I could get it back. But it was too late.”
A few days later he received a letter from his father. It said, “Your prayers were answered. Your letter never came!”
“Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?”
The first morning after the honeymoon, the husband got up early, went down to the kitchen, and brought his wife her breakfast in bed. Naturally, she was delighted.
Then he spoke: “Have you noticed just what I have done?”
“Of course, dear. Every single detail!”
“Good. That’s how I want my breakfast served every morning.”
I know what Victoria’s Secret is: Nobody older than 30 can fit into their stuff.
The priest was at the side of a dying man. Whispering firmly, the priest said, “Denounce the devil! Let him know how little you think of his evil!”
The dying man said nothing.
The priest repeated his order. Still the dying man said nothing. The priest asked, “Why do you refuse to denounce the devil and his evil?”
The dying man said, “Well, if you really want the truth, until I know where I’m going, I don’t think I should make him mad!”
“Find your balance and stand with it. Find your song and sing it out. Find your cadence and let it appear like a dance. Find the questions that only you know how to ask and the answers that you are content to not know.”
Mary Anne Radmacher
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