February 5, 2018
“Hate is too great a burden to bear. It injures the hater more than it injures the hated.”
Coretta Scott King
My recovery continues as I slowly regain my ability to get out and about. Tomorrow I will drive to the doctor so she can evaluate my progress and more. Wednesday, I will visit my dentist knowing that nothing they can do will be as painful as the last few weeks have been. I am still a long way away from being fully active but I am getting there. Just don’t let me laugh, sneeze or cough because when I do I am reminded why I should not walk on ice.
One of the byproducts of my weeks spent in my recliner has been a lot of time for reflection. It also included a lot of time for observation as I watched the world around me played out in the news and in hundreds of e-mails.
While I enjoyed reminiscing about the good times in my own life I was distressed by what appeared to be so much unhappiness in the lives of so many others. The loud voices I heard were filled with anger and animosity. It seems like today’s discourse is filled with bombastic rhetoric from folks so driven by narcissism that they won’t listen to others.
I fear that we are becoming a society that is starting to believe that winning is based on making sure the other guy loses no matter by what means. I yearn for a time when winning was based on doing our best and not on making sure the others don’t succeed. The trouble with buying into hate is that folks pay a price by sacrificing who they might otherwise be. Here is a piece I stumbled across that I would like to share with you today.
Be Strong and Walk Away
Don’t let anyone bring you down so low as to hate them. Release them from the hold they have on you and continue on with peace in your heart. Life is short and is not worth wasting your time trying to figure people out or prove anything to them. The only person you have to prove anything to is yourself. Strive to be the best person you can possibly be, be strong, and walk away. Holding on to bitterness and anger will only hinder your happiness. Your life is much too precious to spend another minute worrying about someone that doesn’t bring you happiness. Say goodbye and wish them well. After all, they’ve made you a stronger person. They’ll see the light someday.
A pessimist is a man who thinks everybody is as nasty as himself, and hates them for it.
George Bernard Shaw
“Hey, Mom,” asked Little Johnny, “can you give me twenty dollars?”
“Certainly not,” she said.
“If you do,” he went on, “I’ll tell you what dad said to the maid when you were at the beauty shop.”
His mother’s ears perked up and, grabbing her purse, she handed over the money.
“Well? What did he say?”
“He said, ‘Hey, Marie, make sure you wash my socks tomorrow.'”
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
My alphabet starts with this letter called yuzz.
It’s the letter I use to spell yuzz-a-ma-tuzz.
You’ll be sort of surprised what there is to be found,
once you go beyond ‘Z’ and start poking around.
“I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.”
Two rural church deacons who were having a sociable beer in the local tavern when they saw their minister drive by and take a good long look at their pickup trucks parked outside.
One deacon ducked down and said, “I hope the reverend didn’t see us or recognize my pickup.”
The other replied indifferently, “What difference does it make. God knows we’re in here… and he’s the only one who counts.”
The first deacon countered, “Yeah, but God won’t tell my wife.”
“Daddy, Charlie asked me to marry him, but I told him I couldn’t leave Mama.”
“Oh, that’s okay. Take her with you.”
An 80 year old man went to the doctor for a checkup and the doctor was amazed at what good shape the guy was in. The doctor asked, “To what do you attribute your good health?”
The old timer said, “I’m a golfer and that’s why I’m in such good shape. I’m up well before daylight and out golfing up and down the fairways.”
The doctor said, “Well, I’m sure that helps, but there’s got to be more to it. How old was your father when he died?”
The old timer said, “Who said my father’s dead?”
The doctor said, “You mean you’re 80 years old and your father is still alive? How old is he?”
The old timer said, “He’s 100 yrs old and, in fact, he golfed with me this morning. That’s why he’s still alive, he’s a golfer.”
The doctor said, “Well, that’s great, but I’m sure there’s more to it. How about your grandfather? How old was he when he died?”
The old timer said, “Who said my grandpa’s dead?”
The doctor said, “You mean you’re 80 years old and your grandfather’s still living! How old is he?”
The old timer said, “He’s 118 yrs old.”
The doctor was getting frustrated at this point and said, “I guess he went golfing with you this morning too?”
The old timer said, “No…Grandpa couldn’t go this morning because he got married.”
The doctor said in amazement, “Got married!! Why would a 118-year-old guy want to get married?”
The old timer shot back, “Who said he wanted to?”
“It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.”
Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.
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