August 10. 2018
The only way to make sure people you agree with can speak is to support the rights of people you don’t agree with.
Eleanor Holmes Norton
I have a lot to do today and am running behind so I am pulling a past Daily. I hope that is OK and that you have a great weekend.
Ray’s Daily first published on August 10, 2009
I am beginning to wonder about myself, it seems that I am tending towards intolerance and that is not good. Lately it seems like there are more and more people who find pleasure is screaming down the other guy and giving little opportunity to learn about anybody’s ideas other than their own.
Also when did just good enough become good enough, I am use to people who always give their best who always provide more than a minimum effort.
I am hearing more and more strident words coming from people with a misguided sense of superiority who often spread inaccurate information. It is almost as if they have to find fault with everything and everyone but themselves. I just wish those who are the reasoned thoughtful majority would not allow those on the fringes to hog the platforms.
Well enough of that, in the past I did not let the behavior of others bother me, rather I took pity on their self-centered behavior.
For whatever it’s worth here are some of my beliefs that I find are in conflict with some of my recent observations.
- Just good enough is not good enough. I never believed that just satisfying the customer was enough, I wanted to please him.
- Everyone is important; when we focus on finding fault we will almost always miss the real person.
- I am not always right nor do I have any reason to be righteous. And while I have a right to my opinion I have no right to judge others for if I knew all the answers I would not make all the mistakes I made in my lifetime.
- Treat everyone the way you want to be treated. This does not mean that we should expect to be treated better than we treat others. The other day I saw someone who thought it is was no big deal that they had created a problem for someone else, they did not even see the need to apologize.
- If you don’t care, don’t pretend that you do.
- When you make a promise keep it, show up on time and do what is expected, if you can’t do that then don’t promise. In my business we always set our goals higher than the expectations of the people we served. If we had a misstep we still delivered what we promised. By promising more than we can consistently deliver we soon get the reputation of being unreliable.
- Everyone is not like me and I am glad of that. Everyone’s problems, needs, pains and joys are unique to them and we do not know what burdens they carry. Any judgments we make should be on how they contribute and not based on any generalized observations.
To sum it all up I think Earl Nightingale got it right when he said “Treat everyone as if he is the most important person in the world for to himself he is.” So like I said dear friends I am not happy that I let the behavior of others bother me and thankfully it is not bothering me enough to knock me off stride. But you’ll have to forgive me if I continue to hope that the day will come when the “we” is more important than the “me.”
The capacity for getting along with our neighbor depends to a large extent on the capacity for getting along with ourselves. The self-respecting individual will try to be as tolerant of his neighbor’s shortcomings as he is of his own.
An old man showed up at the back door of the house we were renting. Opening the door a few cautious inches, we saw his eyes were glassy and his furrowed face glistened with silver stubble. He clutched a wicker basket holding a few unappealing vegetables. He bid us good morning and offered his produce for sale. We were uneasy enough to make a quick purchase to alleviate both our pity and our fear.
To our chagrin, he returned the next week, introducing himself as Mr. Roth, the man who lived in the shack down the road. As our fears subsided, we got close enough to realize that it wasn’t alcohol, but cataracts, that marbelized his eyes. On subsequent visits, he would shuffle in, wearing two mismatched right shoes, and pull out a harmonica. With glazed eyes set on a future glory, he’d puff out old gospel tunes between conversations about vegetables and religion.
On one visit, he exclaimed, “The Lord is so good! I came out of my shack this morning and found a bag full of shoes and clothing on my porch.”
“That’s wonderful, Mr. Roth,” we said. “We’re happy for you.”
“You know what’s even more wonderful?” he asked. “Just yesterday I met some people that could use them.”
“If you’re ridin’ ahead of the herd, best take a look back every now and then to make sure it’s still there.”
“I’m so worried,” the nervous patient said as the nurse plumped up his pillows. “Last week, I read about a man who was in the hospital because of heart trouble, and he died of influenza.”
“Don’t worry,” the nurse said smiling. “I am telling you, ours is a first-rate hospital. When we treat someone for a heart problem, believe me, he dies from a heart problem!”
“BECAUSE”: Mom’s reason for having kids do things which can’t be explained logically.
How To Tell If You’re Over The Hill
You no longer laugh at Preparation H commercials.
Your arms are almost too short to read the newspaper.
You buy shoes with crepe rubber soles.
The only reason you’re still awake at 2 a.m. is indigestion.
People ask you what color your hair used to be.
You enjoy watching the news.
Your car must have four doors.
You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.
You have a dream about prunes.
You browse the bran cereal section in the grocery store.
You start worrying when your supply of Ben Gay is low.
You think a C.D. is a certificate of deposit.
You have more than 2 pairs of glasses.
You read the obituaries daily.
Your biggest concern when dancing is falling.
You enjoy hearing about other people’s operations.
You wear black socks with sandals.
You know all the warning signs of a heart attack.
You dance slow to fast songs.
“Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew Up”
How does Janice like being pregnant?” Bob asked his friend John.
“Oh, she’s not pregnant,” John replied, “she’s expecting.”
“What’s the difference?” Bob pressed.
Well, John explained, “She’s expecting me to cook dinner, she’s expecting me to do the housework, she’s expecting me to rub her feet . . .”
Few women admit their age, Few men act it!
A couple is celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary and they decide to go and visit their old grade school. There, in a corner, they hold hands as they find their old desk where he had carved, “I love you, Sally.” On the way home, a bag of money falls out of an armored car in front of them. She picks it up and counts it…fifty thousand dollars!! The husband says, “We have to give it back.” She says, “Finders keepers.” When she gets home, she hides it in the attic.
The next day, two FBI men show up at their home. They ask, “Pardon me folks, but did anyone in this house find any money that fell out of an armored car yesterday?”
She says, “No.” The husband says, “My wife is lying. She took the money and hid it in the attic.” She says, “Don’t believe him, he’s a bit senile.”
So they sit the man down and begin to question him. One FBI guy says, “Tell us the story from the beginning.”
The old man says, “Well, my wife and I were on our way home from school….”
The FBI guy looks at his partner and says…”Yep, we are wasting our time. Let’s get out of here.”
How far you go in life depends on you being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and the strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these.
George Washington Carver
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