March 30. 2018
Ioday is Good Friday, a holiday for many in my country. I have a busy day ahead do I am giving my compiter the day off and sending you a reprint.
Ray’s Daily first published on March 30, 2006
“You only lose energy when life becomes dull in your mind. Your mind gets bored and therefore tired doing nothing. You don’t have to be tired. Get interested in something. Get absolutely enthralled in something. Throw yourself into it with abandon. Get out of yourself. Be somebody. Do something. Don’t sit around moaning about things, reading the papers, and saying, “Why don’t they do something?” The man who is out doing something isn’t tired. If you’re not getting into good causes, no wonder you’re tired. You’re disintegrating. You’re deteriorating. You’re dying on the vine. The more you lose yourself in something bigger than yourself, the more energy you will have. You won’t have time to think about yourself and get bogged down in your emotional difficulties.”
Norman Vincent Peale
I think Dr. Peale is right on target. Far too many of us look back and wonder why we ever waited so long really start to enjoy a full life. I wish that more of us had a greater appreciation of what life has to offer while we were still young instead of waiting until the time we become gravely ill or are near the end of our years. I am always amazed at the spirit and zest for life I find in so many of Chemo patients I meet when I am getting my periodic Iron infusion. It is sad when it takes a grave illness for us to understand what is important in our lives and what really isn’t worth our time and energy.
Unfortunately I have had dear friends over the years who have been so loaded down with self-imposed burdens that they let day after day go by never rewarding themselves. I just wish more of us stopped and took inventory every once in awhile to see just how unimportant many of the things we do that keep us from doing something for ourselves really are.
Please don’t let fear of what lies ahead keep you from following Dr. Peale’s advice. Those who don’t step out lose, those who do find excitement, reward, and plenty of fun.
Please don’t be the one who tries to hold up the coffin lid saying, “Wait I haven’t started to live yet.”
“Fear less, hope more;
Whine less, breathe more;
Talk less, say more;
Hate less, love more;
And all good things are yours.”
“What time does the library open?” the man on the phone asked the librarian.
“Nine A.M.” came the reply. “And what’s the idea of calling me at home in the middle of the night to ask a question like that?”
“Not until nine A.M.?” the man asked in a disappointed voice.
“No, not till nine A.M.!” the librarian repeated again “Why do you want to get in before nine A.M.?”
“Who said I wanted to get in?” the man sighed sadly. “I want to get out.”
“Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs, and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning.”
Every ten years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
A reunion is planned; it’ll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail.
I’ll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.
It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.
The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.
The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.
No one had heard about the class nerd
Who’d guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who’s always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we’d decreed “most apt to succeed”
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted “least” now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.
They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.
At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we’d all gone to pot.
It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren’t dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.
And now I can’t wait as they’ve set the date;
Our sixtieth is coming, I’m told.
It should be a ball, they’ve rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.
Repairs have been made on my old hearing aid;
My pacemaker’s been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I’ve bought a new wig and glass eye.
I’m feeling quite hearty; I’m ready to party,
I’ll dance until dawn’s early light.
It’ll be lots of fun; and I hope at least one
Other person can make it that night.
There are tall people, short people, skinny people, and fat people, and every one of them would like to get his hands on the manufacturer who claims, “One size fits all.”
After a lengthy delay for plane repairs, the passengers were becoming impatient but quit complaining when the pilot told them: “Why don’t you look at it this way? Wouldn’t you rather be down here wishing you were up there than up there wishing you were down here?”
“Every time you wake up and ask yourself, “What good things am I going to do today?”
Remember that when the sun goes down at sunset, it will take a part of your life with it.”
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