February 6, 2018
The best things in life aren’t things… they’re your friends.
The other day I told one of my daughters that one of the toughest things about aging is the regular notification that an old friend has passed away. Often my remorse is made even more difficult because I regret that I never let them know just how much I appreciated them.
Here is a poem that is a reminder for us to stop once in awhile and tell someone how much we value their friendship.
Around the Corner
by: Henson Towne
Around the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
She knows I like her just as well
As in the days when I rang her bell,
And she rang mine.
We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
“Tomorrow” I say “I will call on Jane”
“Just to show that I’m thinking of her”
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!-yet miles away,
“Here’s a telegram sir-“
“Jane died today.”
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say “what you mean”. Never be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you.
Seize the day and have no regrets. Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, They have helped to make you the person you are today, What it’s all about anyway. Pass this along to your friends. Let it make a difference in your day and theirs.
You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
- What does HMO stand for?
- I just joined an HMO. How difficult will it be to choose the doctor I want?
- Just slightly more difficult than choosing your parents. Your insurer will provide you with a book listing all the doctors who participate in the plan. These doctors basically fall into two categories: those who are no longer accepting new patients, and those who will see you but are no longer part of the plan. But don’t worry, the remaining doctor who is still in the plan and accepting new patients has an office just a half-day’s drive away and that diploma from a small Caribbean Island is very fresh.
- Do all diagnostic procedures require pre-certification?
- No. Only those you need.
- What happens if I want to try alternative forms of medicine?
- You’ll need to find alternative forms of payment.
- What if I’m away from home and I get sick?
- You really shouldn’t do that.
Jewish Curse: May you be like a chandelier, hang by day and burn by night!
A guy stopped at a local gas station and, after filling his tank, he paid the bill and bought a soft drink. He stood by his car to drink his cola and watched a couple of men working along the roadside.
One man would dig a hole two or three feet deep and then move on. The other man came along behind him and filled in the hole. While one was digging a new hole, the other was 25 feet behind filling in the hole.
The men worked right past the guy with the soft drink and went on down the road. “I can’t stand this,” said the man tossing the can into a trash container and heading down the road toward the men.
“Hold it, hold it,” he said to the men. “Can you tell me what’s going on here with all this digging and refilling?”
“Well, we work for the government and we’re just doing our job,” one of the men said. “But one of you is digging a hole and the other fills it up. You’re not accomplishing anything. Aren’t you wasting the taxpayers’ money?”
“You don’t understand, mister,” one of the men said, leaning on his shovel and wiping his brow. “Normally there’s three of us: me, Elmer and Leroy. I dig the hole, Elmer sticks in the tree, and Leroy here puts the dirt back. Elmer’s job’s been cut… so now it’s just me an’ Leroy”.
MAKEUP: Lipstick, eyeliner, blush, etc. which ironically make Mom look better while making her young daughter look “cheap.”
The local sheriff was looking for a deputy, so a blonde went in to try out for the job. “Okay,” the sheriff drawled, “what is 1 and 1?”
“Eleven,” she replied.
The sheriff thought to himself, “That’s not what I meant, but she’s right.” “What two days of the week start with the letter ‘T’?”
“Today and tomorrow.”
He was again surprised that the blonde supplied a correct answer that he had never thought of himself.
“Now, listen carefully: Who killed Abraham Lincoln?”
The blonde looked a little surprised herself, then thought really hard for a minute and finally admitted, “I don’t know.”
“Well, why don’t you go home and work on that one for a while?”
So, the blonde wandered over to the beauty parlor, where her pals were waiting to hear the results of the interview.
“It went great! First day on the job and I’m already working on a murder case!”
To ensure that the self doesn’t shrink, to see that it holds on to its volume, memories have to be watered like potted flowers, and the watering calls for regular contact with the witnesses of the past, that is to say, with friends.
Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.
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