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Progress not perfection

Ray’s Daily

June 15, 2018


The pursuit of perfection often impedes improvement.

George Will


If few things are ever really perfect why do we waste so much time trying to make things that way. Some of us are so consumed with the effort that so much time goes by that deadlines are missed or what we have done has taken so much time that the results are of little use.

I honestly think that one of the best ways we can improve our efficiency is quitting the excess labor involved if perfectionism.

I have abridged the following article from the Positivity blog but kept the suggestions. Free yourself rom the effort to do the impossible and your life will be happier.

How to Overcome Perfectionism


  1. Go for good enough. – Aiming for perfection usually winds up in a project or something else never being finished. So go for good enough instead. Don’t use it as an excuse to slack off. But simply realize that there is something called good enough and when you are there then you are finished with whatever you are doing.
  2. Realize that you hurt yourself and the people around you by buying into myths of perfection. – By watching too many movies, listening to too many songs and just taking in what the world is telling you it is very easy to be lulled into dreams of perfection. It sounds so good and wonderful and you want it. But in real life it clashes with reality and tends to Cause much suffering and stress within you and in the people around you.
  1. Accept that you are human and so are everyone else. – Set human standards for everyone and accept that life is like that. Everything and everyone has flaws and things don’t always go as planned. You can still improve things but they will never be perfect.
  2. Compare yourself to yourself. – Comparing yourself to other people on a regular basis can easily lead to feeling inferior. There will always be a lot of people ahead of you in any area of life.

So compare yourself to yourself…Appreciate yourself and focus what you have done and are doing rather than what everyone else is doing.

  1. Do what you think is the right thing. – So you realize that perfectionism will harm you and you try to avoid it. But people and media and the society around you have an influence over how you think and feel. One of the best ways I have found to practically lessen that influence is by doing the right thing as much as possible. When you do that other people’s expectations have less and less power over you and you take more charge of your life.
  2. Shape an environment of human standards around you. – Emotions are contagious. So is perfectionism. And even though you can lessen the impact that your environment has you can also work at the other end of things.

You can reshape your environment by for example: Reducing or cutting out the sources that try to reinforce perfectionism in you. Spending less time with nervously perfectionistic people. And more of your time each week with people who are trying to improve themselves and/or are living a good life in a positive, healthy and relaxed way.


If you look for perfection, you’ll never be content.

Leo Tolstoy


I pulled up to a parking meter recently, only to realize I didn’t have any coins. As I got out of my car, I saw a meter maid about 6 parking meters away….heading my way.

“I’m just going to go in here”, pointing to a nearby shop, “to get some change,” I called out to her.

“If there’s no quarter in that meter by the time I get to your meter, I’ll have no choice but to give you a ticket,” she yelled back to me.

Quickly running into a nearby coffee shop, I ordered a coffee. The waitress, seeing the $20 bill in my hand, asked if I had anything smaller.

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t”

“Well, it’s your *lucky* day then,” she said, handing me the coffee and a big smile.

“We don’t have any change, so your coffee is on the house! Enjoy!”


The Meek shall inherit the earth…..after we’re through with it.


The convent had been presented with a new car, a red Mini Metro, the pride of its breed.  Sister Lucy, the only qualified driver, became the chauffer.  Every Saturday she would drive the Reverend Mother into town for the shopping.

All went well until a holiday weekend when the town was so packed with people and cars that it became evident that there was no earthly place to park.

“Don’t worry, Reverend Mother,” said Sister Lucy.  “You go into the supermarket and I’ll drive around the block until you come out.”

Off sped the car, and the Reverend Mother bustled around the store shopping quickly, then rushing back to the curbside.  There she stood for five minutes, ten, twenty.

No sign of Sister Lucy.  Where could she be?

Eventually the Reverend Mother approached a patrolling policeman.

“Excuse me, Officer,” she said. “Have you seen a nun in a red mini?”

“No,” replied the officer, “but these days nothing would surprise me!”


Hard work never killed anyone, but why chance it?


Little Johnny’s new baby brother was screaming up a storm. He asked his mom, “Where’d we get him?”

His mother replied, “He came from heaven, Johnny.”

Johnny says, “WOW! I can see why they threw him out!”


Behind every great achievement is a dreamer of great dreams.

Robert K. Greenleaf


Poor Johnson had spent his life making wrong decisions. If he bet on a horse, it would lose; if he chose one elevator rather than another, it was the one he chose that stalled between floors; the line he picked before the bank teller’s cage never moved; the lane he chose in traffic crawled; the day he picked the picnic was the day of a cloudburst; and so it went, day after day, year after year.

Then, once, it became necessary for Johnson to travel to some city a thousand miles away and do it quickly. A plane was the only possible conveyance that would get him there in time, and it turned out that only one company supplied only one flight that would do. His heart bounded. There was no choice to make! And if he made no choice, surely he could come to no grief.

He took the plane. Imagine his horror when, midway in the flight, the plane’s engines caught fire and it became obvious the plane would crash in moments.

Johnson broke into fervent prayer to his favorite saint, Saint Francis. He pleaded, “I have never in my life made the right choice. Why this should be, I don’t know, but I have borne my cross and have not complained. On this occasion, however, I did not make a choice; this was the only plane I could take and I had to take it. Why, then, am I being punished?”

He had no sooner finished when a giant hand swooped down out of the clouds and somehow snatched him from the plane. There he was, miraculously suspended two miles above the earth’s surface, while the plane spiraled downward far below.

A heavenly voice came down from the clouds. “My son, I can save you, if you have in truth called upon me.”

“Yes, I called on you,” cried Johnson. “I called on you, Saint Francis!”

“Ah,” said the heavenly voice, “Saint Francis Xavier or Saint Francis of Assisi. Which?”


Perfectionism is not a quest for the best. It is a pursuit of the worst in ourselves, the part that tells us that nothing we do will ever be good enough ? that we should try again.

Julia Cameron


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

Ray’s Daily has been sent for more than fifteen years to people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@gmail.com. Back issues are posted at http://rays-daily,com/ currently there are more than 2000 readers from around the world.



No Regrets

Ray’s Dai;y

June 14, 2018


I have no regrets because I know I did my best — all I could do.

Midori Ito

No Regrets

I few weeks ago I was asked if my no longer having a leading role in either business or the community bothered me. I told my friend that I had to realize I was no longer in charge and others now had the responsibility to do what I once did. While I sometimes think I might have done something differently than it was now being done I remember it is not my job.

I have no remorse for having moved on to what is now a more sedentary life, rather I get pleasure remembering what I once did. We can’t live in the past, rather we can be thankful for the good times and the new opportunities we have to enjoy our tomorrows.

I am glad I am like the kid in the following story, I remember my sand castles, while they may no longer exist they have never faded from my memory.

Making Sandcastles

Author Unknown

Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves. A little boy is on his knees scooping and packing the sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket. Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.

All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.

Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic. A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made. All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.

Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come. Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. Watch the boy as the dusk approaches.

As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father’s hand, and goes home.

The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.

“It’s my castle,” he defies. The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs…

I don’t know much about sandcastles. But children do. Watch them and learn. Go ahead and build, but build with a child’s heart. When the sun sets and the tides take – applaud. Salute the process of life and go home.


“At the end of the day, let there be no excuses, no explanations, no regrets.”

Steve Maraboli


It’s a revolutionary breakthrough in technology: no wires, no electric circuits, no batteries, nothing to be connected or switched on. It’s so easy to use even a child can operate it. Just lift its cover. Compact and portable, it can be used anywhere –even sitting in an armchair by the fire–yet it is powerful enough to hold as much information as a CD.

Here’s how it works: Each BOOK is constructed of sequentially numbered sheets of paper (recyclable), each capable of holding thousands of bits of information. These pages are locked together with a custom-fit device called a binder which keeps the sheets in their correct sequence. By using both sides of each sheet, manufacturers are able to cut costs in half. Each sheet is scanned optically, registering information directly into your brain. A flick of the finger takes you to the next sheet.

The BOOK may be taken up at any time and used by merely opening it. The “browse” feature allows you to move instantly to any sheet, and move forward or backward as you wish. Most come with an “index” feature, which pinpoints the exact location of any selected information for instant retrieval. An optional “BOOKmark” accessory allows you to open the BOOK to the exact place you left it in a previous session — even if the BOOK has been closed. BOOKmarks fit universal design standards; thus a single BOOK mark can be used in BOOKs by various manufacturers.

Portable, durable and affordable, the BOOK is the entertainment wave of the future, and many new titles are expected soon, due to the surge in popularity of its programming tool, coming soon, the Portable Erasable-Nib Cryptic Intercommunication Language Stylus…..


If you let other people do it for you, they will do it to you.

Robert Anthony


A student comes to a young professor’s office hours.  She glances down the hall, closes his door, kneels pleadingly.

“I would do anything to pass this exam.”

She leans closer to him, flips back her hair, gazes meaningfully into his eyes.

“I mean…” she whispers, “…I would do…anything**!!!”

He returns her gaze.  “Anything???”

“Yes,… Anything!!!”

His voice turns to a whisper. “Would you.    er…study???”


It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died.

Rather, we should thank God that such men lived.


She said: Although a bright and able man, my husband is almost completely helpless when faced with even the simplest domestic chore. One day, in exasperation, I pointed out to him that our friend, Betty, had taught her husband Frank to cook, sew and do laundry, and that if anything ever happened to Betty, Frank would be able to care for himself.

Then I said, “What would you do if anything happened to me?”

After considering that possibility for a moment, my husband said happily, “I’d move in with Frank.”


I don’t mind going nowhere as long as it’s an interesting path.


It was election time and the politician decided to go out to the local reservation and try to get the Native American vote.

They were all assembled in the Council Hall to hear the speech.

The politician had worked up to his finale, and the crowd was getting more and more excited.

“I promise better education opportunities for Native Americans!”

The crowd went wild, shouting “Hoya! Hoya!”.

The politician was a bit puzzled by the native word, but was encouraged by their enthusiasm.

“I promise gambling reforms to allow a Casino on the Reservation!”

“Hoya! Hoya!” cried the crowd, stomping their feet.

“I promise more social reforms and job opportunities for Native Americans!”

The crowd reached a frenzied pitch shouting “Hoya! Hoya! Hoya!”

After the speech, the Politician was touring the Reservation, and saw a tremendous herd of cattle. Since he was raised on a ranch, and knew a bit about cattle, he asked the Chief if he could get closer to take a look at the cattle.

“Sure,” the Chief said, “but be careful not to step in the hoya…”


“I’ve seen and swam and climbed and lived and driven and filmed. Should it all end tomorrow, I can definitely say there would be no regrets. I am very lucky, and I know it.”

Benedict Cumberbatch


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

Ray’s Daily has been sent for more than fifteen years to people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@gmail.com. Back issues are posted at http://rays-daily,com/ currently there are more than 2000 readers from around the world.


It’s never too late

Ray’s Daily

June 13, 2018


“It’s never too late to start something new, to do all those things that you’ve been longing to do.”

Dallas Clayton

Shirley Cook_

I put the Daily together most days to try to make your day and the day of others a little happier. As you know I also do it for myself as it requires me to think and do something constructive.

One of the things that sometimes happens is I get a comment from a WordPress reader that helps me to believe that what we have is something worthwhile. Here is what I got yesterday from Shirley Cook, someone I did not know was a reader.

Thanks Ray for your daily comments that really do encourage me. I don’t see how you have been able to do this for so many years and still come up with something fresh and interesting every day.”

Since I did not remember, if I even ever knew, anything about Shirley I went to her blog and this is what I found.

I started writing for publication when I was 41 because I’d always heard that “life begins at 40” and mine hadn’t! I determined to write four books in the next four years. By the time I was 60, I had nine books in print, and was enjoying the writer’s life.

Now I’m 86, and I’ve published two books in the past few years: “The River Runs Deep” a contemporary romance/suspense novel that takes place in the California Delta; and a historical novel, “Bitter Seed.”

“Bitter Seed” is in two parts: China/California. It’s a story of courage, survival and forbidden love. The story is as relevant as today’s newspaper–the slave traffic and those who are committed to rescuing these young girls.

Life might begin at 40 or 41—but, for me, it doesn’t end at 80+!

And now Shirley Cook is one of my heroes. She shows it is never too late to start and there is little reason to stop when you can doing what you want to do. Thanks Shirley!


“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.”

C.S. Lewis


A lovely young Jewish girl was employed by a clothing firm in New York. She and her widowed mother shared the same ambition… …her marriage to a wealthy man.

One day she returned from work, eyes red from crying. As soon as she entered the apartment she called, “MAMA, I’m pregnant! Don’t get excited. The father is my boss.”

She began to sob uncontrollably while her mother tried to console her. The next morning, the mother charged into the office of the boss. “YOU,” she shouted, “What’s its going to be?”

The elegantly attired man, handsome and unmarried and in his mid thirties, held up his hand: “Please take a seat, Mrs. Horowitz. I’m making all the arrangements. Your daughter Sherry will have the best doctor money can buy before the baby is born. She’ll be in the best hospital. And afterward, I am arranging for a trust fund for her and the baby where she will receive a check for twenty five hundred dollars a week for life.”

The mother was taken aback and thought for a moment. “Tell me,” she said, “God forbid, Sherry should have a miscarriage, will you give her another chance?”


Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.


A car full of ladies from the Temple Beth Israel fund raising committee is in a terrible accident. They arrive at the Pearly Gates where Saint Peter is waiting. The women want to get into Heaven, so Saint Peter looks through the book, but can’t find them listed in the New Arrivals section. “I’m sorry, “Saint Peter there must be some mistake.” With that, he sends them down to Hell.

A week later, God asks Saint Peter, “What happened to those Jewish ladies who were supposed to be here?” “You mean the ones from Temple Beth Israel?” Saint Peter asks. “I didn’t see them listed, so I sent them to Hell.” “You what?” God asks outraged, “I wanted them here. If you want to keep your job Saint Peter, you better call Satan and get them back up here ASAP,” St. Peter gets on the phone and calls Hell. Satan answers.

St. Peter says, “Satan you know those Jewish ladies I sent down there last week? Well, I really need them up here. Could you please send them back? “No way, “Satan replies. “They’re here two days and they’ve already raised $100,000 for an air conditioning system,”


Jimmy : Mom, can I have two pieces of cake?

Mom : Certainly. Take this piece and cut it in two.


A new man is brought into Prison Cell 102.

Already there is a long-time resident who looks 100 years old.

The new man looks at the old-timer inquiringly.

The old-timer says,

“Look at me. I’m old and worn out. You’d never believe that I used to live the life of Riley. I wintered on the Riviera, had a boat, four fine cars, the most beautiful women, and I ate in all the best restaurants of France.”

The new man asked,

“Well, gee, what happened?”

“One day Riley reported his credit cards missing!”


Middle age is when it takes longer to rest than to get tired.


Three mothers were sitting around comparing notes on their exemplary offspring. “There never was a daughter more devoted than my Alice,” said Mrs. Davis with a sniff. “Every summer she takes me to the Catskills for a week, and every winter we spend a week at Delray Beach.”

“That’s nothing compared to what my Anna does for me,” declared Mrs. Jones proudly. “Every winter she treats me to two weeks in Miami, and in the summer two weeks in the Hamptons, in my own private guest house.”

Mrs. Smith sat back with a proud smile. “Nobody loves her mother like my Jackie does. Nobody.”

“So what does she do?” asked the two women, turning to her.

“Three times a week she gets into a cab, goes to the best psychiatrist in the city, and pays him a hundred and fifty dollars an hour – just to talk about me!”


“The path you take is up to you. Make good choices, dream big, it is never too late.”

Chris Herren


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

Ray’s Daily has been sent for more than fifteen years to people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@gmail.com. Back issues are posted at http://rays-daily,com/ currently there are more than 2000 readers from around the world.



Ray’s Daily

June 12, 2018


“It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

 Joanne Kathleen


Yesterday I had breakfast at a restaurant that was somewhat in chaos as key kitchen employees had not shown up. It was pouring down rain and there were more customers than normal at that early in the morning.

The only waitress, someone I admire, did not complain, instead she went into the kitchen to help a manager cook. She served her customers with a smile and together they made it work. The waitress is someone I have known for a while. She is a single mom with two young children who sometimes is challenged by events in her life. What makes her special is that she never lets what happen take her down. Yesterday she chose to put her customers first while treating them all with a smile. I like the fact that she makes choices that always takes into consideration what is best for others as well as herself. I don’t know who wrote the following article but it reminded me of my friend.

Four Simple Keys to a Fuller Life

The Power of Choice. Every one of us makes countless choices every day. Every choice we make has an impact on our lives. Even insignificant choices can affect what we experience and how we feel. When hunger strikes, we can reach for a healthy, nutritious snack, or we can choose the sugar high of junk food.

The more important the decision, the more profound its effect. For instance, how do I act towards that person who treated me badly? Do I generally choose to be passive, or do I actively set clear intentions and create what I want in my life? Every choice we make, however big or small, affects us in some way.

How Do You Make Choices? If you’re interested in living a richer, fuller life, there is a foundation upon which you can base all of your decisions which can make life better not only for you, but also for those around you. This foundation is to choose based on what’s best – what’s best for you and for all of us. Imagine if every parent, spouse, friend, teacher, businessperson, and politician truly did their best to choose what’s best for all involved in every decision they made. We would certainly live in a more caring, supportive world.

It’s the Intention. “But how do I know what is really best?” you might ask. The answer is simple. It doesn’t matter. What matters is not the choice you make, but rather the intention behind your choice. What matters is that whatever decision you make, you are clear in your intention of choosing based on what’s best. If it later turns out that you made what appears to have been a bad choice, there’s no need for guilt. Knowing that you did your best to choose with a sincere desire for what’s best for all involved, your conscience stays clear and open. This then allows you to more easily learn from your mistakes, and to live with a clear heart and mind.

What’s Best for Me, Too! Choosing what’s best does not mean you have to always sacrifice yourself for others. An overly exhausted mother can lose her temper easily. Some time off for this mother might seem selfish, yet in the long run, it can help her to be a better mother to her children. So as we move through each day of our lives, let us remember to include ourselves as we do our best to choose what’s best for all of us.


“I discovered I always have choices and sometimes it’s only a choice of attitude.”


A statuesque blonde walked into a dinner party on the arm of a bald, elderly, scowling tycoon.

A society lady approached the young lovely to admire the huge shimmering gemstone hanging around her neck. “I must tell you,” the matron exclaimed, “that you are wearing the most incredible piece of jewelry I have ever seen.”

“That,” the blonde responded, “is the one-and-only Blanton diamond.”

“I’m surprised I’ve never heard of it,” the woman marveled. “I study famous gems as a hobby.”

“Well,” the chippy revealed, “the Blanton diamond has an ancient, unspeakably evil curse attached to it.”

“Really?” the woman queried. “What could that be?”

The blonde grimaced and gestured toward the tycoon. “Mr. Blanton, over there.”


“Ability is what you’re capable of doing.

Motivation determines what you do.

Attitude determines how well you do it.”

Lou Holtz


Couples who have lived together a long time have their own way of communicating. A woman over heard her aunt and uncle one day:

“What are you looking for in that closet?” Sadie asked.

“Nothing,” Morris answered.

“Well, it’s not in there. Look under the bed.”


A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.


On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight and began dividing the nuts.

“One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me,” said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence. Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.”

He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend, he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along. “Come here quick,” said the boy, “You won’t believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls.”

The man said, “Beat it kid, can’t you see it’s hard for me to walk.”

When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery. Standing by the fence they heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.”

The old man whispered, “Boy, you’ve been tellin’ me the truth. Let’s see if we can see the Lord.”

Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.

At last they heard, “One for you, one for me. That’s all. Now, let’s go get those nuts by the fence and we’ll be done.”

They say the old man made it back to town a full five minutes ahead of the kid on the bike.


“Half our live is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.”

Will Rogers


She said: I decided to stop worrying about my teenage son’s driving and take advantage of it. I got one of those bumper stickers that say, “How’s my driving?” and put a 900 number on it. At $1.00 a call, I’ve been making about $95 a week.


“Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice. Respect is a choice. Whatever choice you make makes you. Choose wisely.”

Roy T. Bennett


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

Ray’s Daily has been sent for more than fifteen years to people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@gmail.com. Back issues are posted at http://rays-daily,com/ currently there are more than 2000 readers from around the world.



Ray’s Daily

June 11, 2018


The most important thing in communication is hearing what isn’t said.

Peter Drucker


If you are like I am you know people who have the ability to listen to the point they even hear what you haven’t said. I think what I miss most now that I am somewhat homebound is not spending as much time with others as I use to do.

As I am sure you know there is no substitute for face-to-face communications. I am lucky enough to have a few special friends who seem to be able to see things in me that I don’t even see in myself. They are folks who don’t need to ask me how I feel, they already know.

We all should appreciate those friends who not only listen but who also pay attention and who care.

So to all of you who share a little bit of your time for us to spend together, thank you, for you make my life better than it would be without you.

The Art Of Listening

By Sonia Kaur

Listening is an art which one has to develop. Listening means to understand and learn from a person. It pays nothing if you start listening, you will get to know one thing from everybody.

In this world everybody wants to speak and very few are a good listener. Those who listen are always flooded with friends. People want a good listener not a good speaker because everyone himself consider a good speaker.

Everybody has a story and sorrow to share but the problem is, there is no one to listen. Let’s become a good listener and listen from heart not from ears because we can learn a lot through listening. Every story has a moral. The habit of listening enhances concentration.

The wonderful thing in this world is the art of listening. You can develop this art only by listening. Listen everybody and everything. Everything has its language, listen to the sound of the blowing wind, chirps of birds. Listen without interruptions, listen with compassion. What will be the difference if we listen carefully to anyone, if we share someone’s sorrow.

Why is marriage not being successful nowadays, why divorce is happening? Because of lack of listening. Now people don’t listen to each other, due to which they cannot understand each other. Listening is very important for every relationship. Everybody should learn to listen.

Listen to yourself, your thoughts, your actions. Listening our self tells us that what kind of person we are. It is very important to understand first our self, our abilities, our weaknesses, our potentials etc and then to understand others. You can only understand by listening.

Don’t listen what is being said, try to listen what is trying to say. There is a message behind every talk.

Everything is revealing something which we don’t know. So start practicing listening. Wind is saying something, sun is saying something, trees are saying, moon and stars, when the walls of the house are poor then it also speaks that they need a whitewash. Everybody is speaking. Listen and listen to everyone.


Listen with your eyes for feelings.

Stephen Covey


A man is recovering from minor surgery when his nurse comes in to check on him.   “How are you feeling?” she asks.

“I’m okay,” he says, “but I didn’t like the four-letter word the doctor used during the surgery.”

“What word did he say?” the nurse asked.



If you’re smoking in here, you better be on fire.


A young American tourist goes on a guided tour of a creepy old castle. At the end of the tour, the guide asks her how she enjoyed it. She admits to being a bit worried about seeing a ghost in some of the dark cobwebby rooms and passages.

“Don’t worry,” says the guide, “I’ve never seen a ghost all the time I’ve been here.”

“How long is that”? asks the girl.

“About three hundred years.”


Never eat anything whose listed ingredients cover more than one-third of the package.

Joseph Leonard


Doug goes to a doctor and says: “Doctor, my wife recently has lost her voice. What should I do to help her get it back?”

The doctor replies, “Try coming home at 3 in the morning!”


Mike: Do you remember first meeting your wife?

John: Sure, I found Jill lying face down in the gutter. I lifted her to her feet and promised her that if she agreed to marry me, she would begin a new life and I’d never allow her near the gutter again.

Mike: Wow, I hope she appreciates what you did for her.

John: Not really. Jill hated to give up bowling.


Pay attention to your enemies, for they are the first to discover your mistakes.



An airline captain was breaking in a new blonde stewardess. The route they were flying had a layover in another city. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the stewardess the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop and stay overnight.

The next morning, as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day’s route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she was in at the hotel and called her up wondering what happened.

She answered the phone, crying, and said she couldn’t get out of her room. “You can’t get out of your room?” the captain asked, “Why not?”

The stewardess replied: “There are only three doors in here,” she sobbed, “one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says ‘Do Not Disturb’!”


Mary:  What’s wrong, Sally?  Haven’t you found Mr. Right yet?

Sally:  I haven’t found Mr. Right, but I have found Mr. Cheap, Mr. Sleazy, and Mr. Wrong.


The most basic of all human needs is the need to understand and be understood. The best way to understand people is to listen to them.    

Ralph Nichols


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

Ray’s Daily has been sent for more than fifteen years to people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@gmail.com. Back issues are posted at http://rays-daily,com/ currently there are more than 2000 readers from around the world.


Take Control

Ray’s Daily

June 8, 2018


“The pen that writes your life story must be held in your own hand.”

Irene C. Kassorla


My day got away from me so I need to again fall back on a reprint for you this morning.

Ray’s Daily first published on June 8, 2005


We have talked a lot lately about our power to take over our lives. Here is a piece that lays it out for us. We are responsible for most of what happens to us.

The 10 Things In Life You Control

By Jim M. Allen, personal & business success coach.

There are just a few aspects of life that we can truly control, and it’s useful to know just what those areas are. If you don’t know, you’ll spend a lot of time blaming others for your own failings. Try and exert too much control in areas you shouldn’t and the universe will create some interesting ways to remind of your place. So be prepared to learn the 10 things in life that you DO control:

  1. What you do. Your actions are yours alone. You choose to make them or not make them and you are responsible for the effects of those actions.
  2. What you say. Likewise, the words you speak (or write) are also consciously chosen. Like actions, they have an impact on your life and the lives of those you contact.
  3. What you think. Yes, there are some subconscious thoughts that you can’t control. But the things that you really think about, your beliefs, your ideals, etc. are concepts you have chosen to accept and believe in.
  4. Your work. Many people like to overlook this one, it being much easier to say “Oh, I’m trapped in my job because I don’t have a degree, experience, etc.” Hogwash! That’s simple a way of denying one’s responsibility in having chosen the job in the first place. It’s your job and you chose it. If you stay (or go), that’s a choice as well.
  5. The people you associate with. There’s a famous t-shirt that states: “It’s hard to soar like an eagle when you’re surrounded by turkeys.” Colloquial is very often correct! Your friends can either lift you up or bring you down. You make the decision which type of friends you wish to have.
  6. Your basic physical health. Much about our health is a factor of genetics, environment, and exposure. Much more of our health is simply a matter of the things we choose: diet, exercise, drugs, sleep, routine physicals, check-ups, etc.
  7. The environment you live in. Your house, the condition of your home, the town you live in, the amenities available to you are all things you can control, although some to a lesser degree (i.e., you decide to tolerate them or move someplace else).
  8. Your fiscal situation. Having or not having enough money is a factor of what you make versus what you spend.
  9. Your time. You choose how to “spend” your time and how much of your time to give to various activities. You’ll never get more time than the 24 hours your given each day.
  10. Your legacy. All your actions, words, and knowledge that you share while you are living become the gift that you leave when you are gone.


How To Sing the Blues

Most Blues begin “woke up this morning.” “I got a good woman” is a bad way to begin the Blues, unless you stick something nasty in right away: I got a good woman – with the meanest face in town.

Blues are simple. After you have the first line right, repeat it. Then find something that rhymes. Sort of.

The Blues are not about limitless choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in a ditch; ain’t no way out.

A man with male pattern baldness ain’t the blues. A woman with male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg while skiing is not the blues. Breaking your leg when your broken-down pickup truck rolled over on it is.

You can’t have the Blues in an office or a shopping mall. The lighting is just plain wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.

Good places to have the Blues: the highway, a jailhouse, an empty bed, the bottom of a whiskey glass.

Hey there, you can READ! This too be a big ol’ problem. Most folks singin’ the Blues ain’t never had much a chance for education.

It gots to be dark to sing the blues, preferably after midnight. Singin’ da blues at noon is forbidden.

If none of the above works, try one last, pathetic stab at authenticity: name your guitar. Remember, Lucille is taken.

Epitaph on a blues musician’s tombstone: “I didn’t wake up this morning.”


“Good things come to those who wait, but only the things left over by those who hustle.”

– President Abraham Lincoln


Morty and Sarah had just returned home from a party. Sarah said, “Do you realize what you did tonight, Morty?”

“No I don’t,” Morty replied, “But I’ll admit I was wrong. What did I do?”


An elderly Jewish lady is leaving the garment district to go home from work. Suddenly a man who has been walking towards her, stands in front of her, blocks her path, opens up his raincoat and flashes her.

Unruffled, she takes a look and remarks, “This you call a lining?”




Rummaging through her attic, my friend Kathryn found an old shotgun. Unsure about how to dispose of it, she called her parents. “Take it to the police station,” her mother suggested.  My friend was about to hang up when her mom added, “And Kathryn?”

“Yes, Mom?”

“Call first.”


“I bought a blank tape, took it home and played it at full volume. My neighbor complained. Turns out he’s a mime.”

Steven Wright


Beverly was reading a newspaper, while her husband Harry was engrossed in a magazine. Suddenly, she burst out laughing.

“Listen to this,” she said. “There’s a classified ad here where a guy is offering to swap his girl friend for a season ticket to the Red Wings Stadium.”

“Hmmm,” he said, not looking up from his magazine.

Teasing him, Beverly said, “Would you swap me for a season ticket?”

“Absolutely not,” he said.

“How sweet,” Bev said. “Tell me why not.”

“Season’s been cancelled,” he said.


I don’t mind coming to work, but that eight hour wait to go home is a bitch.


I know I need some kind of athletic activity in my life, so I subscribed to a couple of health magazines. There’s nothing better than kicking back with a cigarette, a Budweiser, and Prevention magazine… and reading about what nicotine, alcohol, and obesity will do to me. The anxiety alone raises my heart rate.


Great opportunities to help others seldom come, but small ones surround us every day.

Sally Koch


Jill’s car was unreliable and she called John for a ride every time it broke down.  One day John got yet another one of those calls.

“What happened this time?” he asked, with a very exasperated tone.

“My brakes went out,” Jill said.  “Can you come to get me?”

“Where are you?” John asked.

“I’m in the drugstore,” Jill responded.

“And where’s the car?” John asked.

Jill replied…  (barely audible) “It’s in here with me.”


A smooth sea never made a skilled mariner.

English proverb


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

Ray’s Daily has been sent for more than fifteen years to people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@gmail.com. Back issues are posted at http://rays-daily,com/ currently there are more than 2000 readers from around the world.


Don’t Wait

Ray’s Daily

June 7, 2018


“‘Someday’ is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you.”

Timothy Ferriss

Dont wait

I was thinking the other day about an old friend I worked with in Minneapolis in the sixties. He was the ultimate planner, meticulous in everything he did. When we worked together he was a few years away from retirement.

I had never met anyone more prepared than Harry. He knew where he was going and what he was going to do. He purchased the things that would make life for him and his wife everything they ever dreamed about. And then he died, he never had a chance to live the life he always dreamed about.

Far too many of us dream about the valley on the other side of the mountain that we never climb. We will never find all that life offers if we wait to start really living. The truly happy folks are those that never wait to become what they can be.

Dance Like No One’s Watching

by Crystal Boyd

We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we’re frustrated that the kids aren’t old enough and we’ll be more content when they are. After that, we’re frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We’ll certainly be happy when they’re out of that stage.

We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is, there’s no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It’s best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway.

One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D. Souza. He said, “For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin – real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, or a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.”

This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with…and remember that time waits for no one.

So, stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you’re off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you’ve had a drink, until you’ve sobered up, until you die, until you’re born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy.


Don’t wait. The time will never be just right.

Napoleon Hill


Irwin was just coming out of anesthesia after a series of tests in the hospital, and his wife, Golda, was sitting at his bedside. His eyes fluttered open, and he murmured, “You’re beautiful.”

Flattered, Golda continued my vigil while he drifted back to sleep. Later he woke up and said, “You’re cute.”

“What happened to ‘beautiful’?” Golda asked Irwin.

“The drugs are wearing off,” he replied.


Vanity Plates seen on a Mercedes Benz in California . . .WAS HIS


A man walked into a lawyer’s office and inquired about the lawyer’s rates.

“$50.00 for three questions”, replied the lawyer.

“Isn’t that awfully steep?” asked the man.

“Yes,” the lawyer replied, “and what was your third question?”


Being a husband is like any other job . . . It helps a lot if you like the boss.


A big shot business man had to spend a couple of days in the hospital. He was a royal pain to the nurses because he bossed them around just like he did his employees.

None of the hospital staff wanted to have anything to do with him. The head nurse was the only one who could stand up to him. She came into his room and announced, “I have to take your temperature.” After complaining for several minutes, he finally settled down, crossed his arms and opened his mouth.

“No, I’m sorry, the nurse stated, “but for this reading, I cannot use an oral thermometer.” This started another round of complaining, but eventually he rolled over and bared his rear end. After feeling the nurse insert the thermometer, he heard her announce, “I have to get something. Now you stay JUST LIKE THAT until I get back!”

She leaves the door to his room open on her way out. He curses under his breath as he hears people walking past his door laughing. After almost an hour, the man’s doctor comes into the room.

“What’s going on here?” asked the doctor.

Angrily, the man answers, “What’s the matter, Doc? Haven’t you ever seen someone having their temperature taken?”

After a pause, the doctor confesses, “Well, no. I guess I haven’t. Not with a daffodil, anyway.”


Middle age is having a choice of two temptations and choosing the one that will get you home earlier.


When her husband was on his death bed, and he told her that he had three envelopes in his desk drawer that would “take care” of all of the arrangements.  Well, he died shortly thereafter, so the wife opened the drawer and there were 3 envelopes just like he said.

One the first envelope it said “for the casket”. There was $5,000.00 in the envelope, so she bought him a very nice casket.

The second envelope said “for the expenses” and had $4,000.00 in it so she paid all the bills from the funeral. The third envelope said “for the stone” and had $3,000.00 in it. She then held her hand out to her friends and said, “Isn’t it Beautiful!!!”


Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. Be happy now. Don’t wait for something outside of yourself to make you happy in the future. Think how really precious is the time you have to spend, whether it’s at work or with your family. Every minute should be enjoyed and savored.

Earl Nightingale


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

Ray’s Daily has been sent for more than fifteen years to people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@gmail.com. Back issues are posted at http://rays-daily,com/ currently there are more than 2000 readers from around the world.


Just be yourself

Ray’s Daily

June 6, 2018


“Let go of who you think you are supposed to be and be who you are.”

Brené Brown

Be yourself

Sometimes after folks retire and have pretty much finished doing what was on their “things to do” list they slip into the doldrums. It is the ‘what do I do next” syndrome that can often keep people of truly taking advantage of a time in their lives that they are free to be themselves.

Too many of us fall into the trap of thinking that doing something spectacular or that is what someone else thinks we should do is where we will find happiness. When in fact we can find it if we just be ourselves.

I think the best thing we can do is to let ourselves enjoy what we already have. Amy M. Brinton recently provided a list of how we can enjoy our days. I’d like to share it with you for there is a lot to be said for the simple life.

21 Ways to Celebrate Who You Are Right Now

  1. Spend time with those who uplift and inspire you.
  2. Make a list of things you like about yourself. (I know this can be hard, but that’s the point. Learn to appreciate your good qualities.)
  3. Ask your spouse or close friend to list things they appreciate about you. (Getting a trusted outside perspective of ourselves can be incredibly refreshing.)
  4. Read that book or start that television series you’ve been thinking about.
  5. Create something beautiful. (For example, try a new project or tidy up a room you enjoy.)
  6. Write a journal.
  7. Do something—outside of your norm—that makes you feel happy. Try meeting up with a friend.
  8. Get in more photos with your children. (Then admire them.)
  9. Look through old photos/memories. (It can bring the perspective that amidst the stress of life, things really are good.)
  10. Practice words of affirmation. (Right in the mirror if you need to, or mentally each morning.)
  11. Take a nap. (Renew yourself.)
  12. Practice better self-care.
  13. Take a walk by yourself. (Time in nature alone is a great way to escape those nonessential thoughts.)
  14. Question your inner critic. (Push those negative voices aside! They speak a lot of untruth.)
  15. Listen to an uplifting podcast.
  16. Help someone else. (Some of my best feelings for myself come when I step outside of me. Ironic, huh?)
  17. Hug someone. (In her book, The Happiness Project, Gretchin Rubin states that a hug lasting at least six seconds releases the happiness hormone oxytocin. Hug someone and feel good about yourself.)
  18. Day dream about traveling somewhere you long to go.
  19. Listen to your heart. (What are the good voices telling you?)
  20. Keep at your dreams. (Don’t quit.)
  21. Smile more. 🙂


“No other version, no matter how perfect it is, would ever feel better than being your true self.”

Edmond Mbiaka


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Happiness comes through doors you didn’t even know you left open.


She said:

My sister and I are close, and that allows us to be honest with each other.  One evening as I prepared for a date, I remarked, “I’m fat.”

“No, you’re not,” she scolded.

“My hair is awful,” I said.

“It’s lovely,” she encouraged.

“I’ve never looked worse,” I whined.

And she said, “Yes, you have.”


“Most of us spend half our time wishing for things we could have if we didn’t spend half our time wishing”

Alexander Woollcott


Three Jewish women get together for lunch. As they are being seated at the restaurant, one takes a deep breath and gives a long, slow “Oy.”

The second takes a deep breath as well and lets out a long, slow “Oy.”

The third takes a deep breath and says impatiently, “Girls, I thought we agreed that we weren’t going to talk about our children.”


“I’m living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.”

– e e cummings


She said, my husband went on a sudden business trip, and I accompanied him. It soon became apparent that he could not wrap things up in one day, so his employer put us up for the night in a luxury hotel. We found a convenience store and purchased toothbrushes, a razor and other necessary items.

Finally we entered the lobby of the hotel, each of us toting a brown paper bag filled with supplies. The hotel manager looked us over.

Raising an eyebrow, he intoned haughtily, “Matched luggage?”


“A woman’s mind is cleaner than a man’s. She changes it more often.”

   – Oliver Herford


“According to a recent survey, men say the first thing they notice about a women are their eyes. And women say the first thing they notice about men is they’re a bunch of liars.”


“You were born an original. Don’t die a copy.”

John Mason


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

Ray’s Daily has been sent for more than fifteen years to people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@gmail.com. Back issues are posted at http://rays-daily,com/ currently there are more than 2000 readers from around the world.


Enjoy the ride

Ray’s Daily

June 5, 2018

Aging can be fun if you lay back and enjoy it.

Clint Eastwood


I think the secret to graceful aging is adaptability. You have to let go of what doesn’t work anymore and enjoy what does. It also helps to realize that no one expects you to lift large loads, do pushups or chase animals or young folks. I think those who don’t try to hold on to the past can find some serenity in just enjoying the present.

Here are some secrets of enjoying the journey I found on the Net.

Aging Gracefully

1) Odometer

Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me! I want people to know why I look this way. I’ve travelled a long way and some of the roads weren’t paved.

2) Aging:

Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.

This is so true. I love to hear them say “you don’t look that old..”

(Steve can vouch for this. Her aunt Cis, now 102 years old, when asked her age brags, “I’ll be 103 next birthday.” )

3) Waiting

The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

 4) Prayer

(And this final one especially for me,)

“Lord, keep Your arm around my shoulder and Your hand over my mouth!”

The Benefits of Aging

When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to yo uth, think of Algebra.

 One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young.  Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.


To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent–that is to triumph over old age.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich


Two blondes landed at the airport and caught a cab.

“Where are you off to,” asked the cabbie.

“San Josie,” one replied.

The cabbie corrected her pronunciation telling her that the “J” made an “H” sound.

As time went by he asked how long they would be vacationing.

The one blonde replied, “For all of Hune and Huly.”


Some guy hit my fender, and I said to him, ‘Be fruitful and multiply’; but not in those words.


An attractive young woman chaperoned by an ugly old crone entered the doctor’s office. “We have come for an examination,” said the young woman.

“Alright,” said the doctor. “Go behind that curtain and take your clothes off.”

“No, not me,” said the girl. “it’s my old aunt here.”

“Very well,” said the doctor. “Madam, stick out your tongue.”


Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great.



She said: I was out walking with my four-year-old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.

“Why”? my daughter asked.

“Because it’s been laying outside, you don’t know where it’s been, it’s dirty and probably has germs” I replied.

At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, “Wow! How do you know all this stuff”?

“Uh,” I was thinking quickly, “All Moms know this stuff. It’s on the Mommy Test. You have to know it or they don’t let you be a Mommy.”

We walked along in silence for two or three minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information.

“Oh, I get it!” she beamed, “So if you don’t pass the test, you have to be the Daddy”?

“Exactly!” I replied back with a big smile on my face and joy in my heart.


Worrying is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you anywhere.




In the front yard of a funeral home, “Drive carefully, we’ll wait.”

In a nonsmoking area, “If we see you smoking, we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action.”

At an optometrist’s office, “If you don’t see what you’re looking for, you’ve come to the right place.”


I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.

Douglas Adams


He said: We were discussing the “don’ts” of public speaking in the PR class I teach.

“Don’ts” include a man reaching into his pants pocket and jangling change as he speaks, which is very distracting.

To illustrate my point, I asked for a student volunteer, saying, “I need a man with coins in his pocket.”

What I got instead was a girl yelling out, “Honey, so do I!”


There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.

Sophia Loren


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

Ray’s Daily has been sent for more than fifteen years to people who want to start their day on an upbeat. If you have system overload because of our daily clutter, let me know and I will send you the information via mental telepathy. If you have not been getting our daily you can request to be added by e-mailing me at raykiwsp@gmail.com. Back issues are posted at http://rays-daily,com/ currently there are more than 2000 readers from around the world.


I do, do you?

Ray’s Daily

June 4, 2018


Appreciation is a wonderful thing: It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.



I really feel sorry for the chronic complainers. They spend so much time searching for something to blame for everything from the weather to acts of god. These are the people who know they are always right even when they are wrong. Their arrogance results in their belief that they know more than the rest of us since they understand that everything is tainted and little good exists.

I much prefer folks who appreciate what they have. I never want to be so busy finding fault that I miss the warm smile of a friend or the good being done by so many who work to make life better for others. I like people who are not blinded by negativism, those who appreciate even the simplest things. Folks like this little country girl who knew what is important.

The Seven Wonder s

Anna was a 9-year-old girl from the small village.  She finished attending elementary school till 4th grade at her village.  For the 5th grade onwards, she will have to get an admission in a school at a city nearby.  She got very happy knowing that she was accepted in a very reputed school in a city.  Today was the first day of her school and she was waiting for her school bus.  Once the bus came, she got in it quickly.  She was very excited.

Once the bus reached to her school, all students started going to their classes.  Anna also made it to her classroom after asking fellow students for direction.  Upon seeing her simple clothing and knowing she is from a small village, other students started making fun of her.  The teacher soon arrived and she asked everyone to keep quiet.  She introduced Anna to the class and told that she will be studying with them only from today.

Then the teacher told the students to be ready for the surprise test now!  She told everyone to write down the 7 wonders of the world.  Everyone started writing the answer quickly.   Anna started to write the answer slowly.

When everyone except Anna had submitted their answer paper, the teacher came and asked Anna, “What happened Dear?  Don’t worry, Just write what you know as other students have learned about it just a couple of days back”.

Anna replied, “I was thinking that there are so many things, which 7 I can pick to write!”   And, then she handed her answer paper to the teacher.  The teacher started reading everyone’s answers and the majority had answered them correctly such as The Great Wall of China, Colosseum, Stonehedge,  Great Pyramid of Giza, Leaning Tower of Pisa, Tajmahal, Hanging Gardens of Babylon etc.

The teacher was happy as students had remembered what she had taught them.  At last the teacher picked up Anna’s answer paper and started reading.

“The 7 Wonders are – To be able to See, To be able to Hear, To be able to Feel, To Laugh, To Think, To be Kind, To Love!”

The teacher stood stunned and the whole class was speechless.  Today, a girl from the small village reminded them about the precious gifts that god has given us, which are truly a wonder.

Moral:  Value what you have, use what you have, trust what you have.  You don’t always have to look away to find an inspiration.  God has given you all the strength to reach your goals.


“Learn to be thankful for what you already have, while you pursue all that you want.”

Jim Rohn


You know you are getting older when:
You get winded playing cards.
Your children begin to look middle aged.
You join a health club and don’t go.
You look forward to dull evenings.


If ya know what you’re doing, then you’re doing it wrong.

My 50-something friend Nancy 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’m a very modest person.  And very proud of it.

She said: One night John took his mother and me to a movie.  We were enjoying the film until a very explicit bedroom love scene flashed on the screen. Embarrassed, I wondered what John’s mother must be thinking. Just then I felt her hand touch mine.  With her eyes still glued to the screen, she said, “Lovely sheets. I wonder where she got them?”


Want to have your husband remember your anniversary? Get married on his birthday.

A doctor examined a woman and took her husband aside. “I don’t want to alarm you,” he said, “but I don’t like the way your wife looks at all.”

“Me neither, Doc.” said the husband. “But she’s a great cook and real good with the kids.”

I’m going crazy – want to come along?

It was a stifling hot day and a man fainted in the middle of a busy intersection. Traffic quickly piled up in all directions, and a woman rushed to help him. When she knelt down to loosen his collar, a man emerged from the crowd, pushed her aside, and said, “It’s all right honey, I’ve had a course in first aid.”

The woman stood up and watched as he took the ill man’s pulse and prepared to administer artificial respiration. At this point she tapped him on the shoulder and said, “When you get to the part about calling a doctor, I’m already here.”


“A little lemon and seltzer will remove those pesky ink stains after you’ve been fingerprinted. ”
Martha Stewart


When the Jones family moved into their new house, a visiting relative asked five-year-old Sammy how he liked the new place.

“It’s terrific,” he said.  “I have my own room, Mike has his own room, and Jamie has her own room.  But poor mom is still in with dad.”


Make it a habit to tell people thank you. To express your appreciation, sincerely and without the expectation of anything in return. Truly appreciate those around you, and you’ll soon find many others around you. Truly appreciate life, and you’ll find that you have more of it.

Ralph Marston


Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

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