August 22, 2018
“Life is a play. It’s not its length, but its performance that counts.”
Listening to the animosity expressed all round us these days makes me wonder if we are creating paranoia in the minds of our children. The political ads that abound are filled with inuendo and even falsehoods. The focus these days seems to be more on what is wrong with our fellow man and little about what is right.
It is as if many feel that everyone around them is a cheat and probably a crook. I have found long ago that I would rather have one person steal from me rather than treat everyone as if they would, and you know what? No one has.
I believe that most everyone I meet is a good person and it turns out that they almost always are. So my friends please give the folks you meet the benefit of doubt and when you do you will often find they are worth knowing. Here is a story about a Mom who jumped to the wrong conclusion.
A lovely little girl was holding two apples with both hands. Her mom came in and softly asked her little daughter with a smile: my sweetie, could you give your mom one of your two apples?
The girl looked up at her mom for some seconds, then she suddenly took a quick bite on one apple, and then quickly on the other. The mom felt the smile on her face freeze. She tried hard not to reveal her disappointment.
Then the little girl handed one of her bitten apples to her mom, and said: mommy, here you are. This is the sweeter one.
No matter who you are, how experienced you are, and how knowledgeable you think you are, always delay judgment. Give others the privilege to explain themselves. What you see may not be the reality. Never conclude for others.
The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.
To Whom it May Concern:
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year old again.
I want to go to McDonald’s and think that it’s a four star restaurant. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks. I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them. I want to play dodgeball at recess and paint with watercolors in art. I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer’s day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care. All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible. Somewhere in our youth, we matured and learned too much. There are nuclear weapons, war, prejudice, and abused children. Lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain, and death. A world where companies poison our water and our soil, and children kill.
What happened to the time when we thought that everyone would live forever, because we didn’t grasp the concept of death? When the worst thing in the world was if someone took the jump rope from you or picked you last for kickball. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want to return to the days when children played hide-n-seek outside instead of being glued to a television, when video games were as harmless as Pac-Man…instead of spine-ripping, blood-splattering mind numbers like Mortal Combat, and TV still had some shows on that weren’t about sex, killing, and lies.
I remember being naive and thinking everyone was happy because I was. Afternoons were spent climbing trees and fences and riding my bike. I never worried about time, bills, or where I was going to find the money to fix my car. I used to wonder what I was going to do or be when I grew up, not worry about what I’ll do if this doesn’t work out. I want to live simple again.
I don’t want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones. I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.
So…. here’s my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood. And if you want to discuss this further, you’ll have to catch me first, ’cause. . . “Tag! You’re it.”
Every man has three characters: that which he shows, that which he has, and that which he thinks he has.
Sadie bumps into her friend Rachel at the mall. “You’re looking very tired today, Rachel. Did you have a late night?”
“Yes,” replies Rachel, “but it was all very strange. While doing some gardening yesterday, I found a lamp, so I rubbed it and out popped a genie. He gave me a choice of two wishes.”
“Wow, fantastic,” says Sadie, “so what were the choices he gave you, Rachel?”
“He said he could either give me an excellent, sharp, 100% memory or else he could make my Harry the best lover in the world.”
“So tell me already, Rachel, what did you choose?”
“I can’t remember,” replies Rachel.
People are more violently opposed to fur than to leather because it’s safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs.
An elderly lady was stopped to pull into a parking space when young man in his new red Mercedes went around her and parked in the space she was waiting for. The little old lady was so upset that she went up to the man and said, “I was going to park there!”
The man was a real smart aleck and he said, “That’s what you can do when you’re young and bright.”
Well, this really upset the lady even more, so she got in her car and backed it up and then she stomped on the gas and plowed right into his Mercedes.
The young man ran back to his car and screamed, “What did you do that for?”
She smiled and told him, “That’s what you can do when you’re old and rich!”
I truly believe that everything that we do and everyone that we meet is put in our path for a purpose. There are no accidents; we’re all teachers – if we’re willing to pay attention to the lessons we learn, trust our positive instincts and not be afraid to take risks or wait for some miracle to come knocking at our door.
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