October 4, 2018
A good neighbor-a found treasure.
One of the realities my no longer having business or volunteer obligations is having more opportunities to try new things. So far that seems to be harder than I thought. Our three meals in our residences restaurant and other chores seem to eat up a major portion of my day. Of course my early bedtime and naps seem to shorten my day.
What is now my priority is the making friends with our wonderful co-residents. In that vein I pulled up a list I saved years ago and selected items that will help me be a better neighbor.
Life is too short to live it like a bored slug. Keep yourself happy. Enjoy every moment that you have. Live it to the max. Here are some ways that will make yourself feel good about you.
- Call an old friend, just to say hi.
- Hold a door open for a stranger.
- Compliment someone on his or her appearance.
- Let someone know you miss them.
- Let a person know you really appreciate them.
- Tell someone you thought about them the other day.
- Repeat something nice you heard about someone else.
- Welcome new neighbors.
- Call someone’s attention to a rainbow or beautiful sunset.
- Ask someone about their children.
- Tell someone which quality you like most about them.
- Send a copy of an old photograph to a childhood friend.
- Be especially happy for someone when they tell you their good news.
Being a good neighbor is an art which makes life richer.
“I’ve been on a constant diet for the last two decades. I’ve lost a total of 789 pounds. By all accounts, I should be hanging from a charm bracelet.”
A father put his three year old daughter to bed, told her a story and listened to her prayers which she ended by saying “God bless mommy, God bless daddy, God bless grandma, and goodbye grandpa.”
The father said, “Why did you say good-bye grandpa?”
The little girl said “I don’t know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do.”
The next day grandpa died. Father thought it was a strange coincidence. A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers, which went like this: “God bless mommy, God bless daddy and good-bye grandma. Next day the grandmother died.
My gosh, thought the father, this kid is in contact with the other side.
Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say “God bless mommy and good-bye daddy.”
He practically went into shock. Couldn’t sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch sent in and watched the clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be OK. He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound. Finally midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home.
When he got home his wife said “I’ve never seen you work so late, what’s the matter?” He said “I don’t want to talk about it, I’ve just spent the worst day of my life.”
She said “You think you had a bad day, you’ll never believe what happened to me. This morning the mailman dropped dead on our porch.”
Follow your dream! Unless it’s the one where you’re at work in your underwear during a fire drill.
A large, well established, Canadian lumber camp advertised that they were looking for a good lumberjack. The very next day, a skinny little man showed up at the camp with his axe, and knocked on the head lumberjacks’ door. The head lumberjack took one look at the little man and told him to leave.
“Just give me a chance to show you what I can do,” said the skinny man.
“Okay, see that giant redwood over there?” said the lumberjack. “Take your axe and go cut it down.”
The skinny man headed for the tree, and in five minutes he was back knocking on the lumberjack’s door. “I cut the tree down,” said the man.
The lumberjack couldn’t believe his eyes and said, “Where did you get the skill to chop down trees like that?”
“In the Sahara Forest,” replied the puny man.
“You mean the Sahara Desert,” said the lumberjack.
The little man laughed and answered back, “Oh sure, that’s what they call it now!”
Husband: Darling, will you love me when I’m old and feeble?
Spouse: You bet I do.
A wife invited some people to dinner. At the table, she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said, “Would you like to say the blessing?”
“I wouldn’t know what to say,” the girl replied.
“Just say what you hear Mommy say,” the wife answered.
The daughter bowed her head and said,
“Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?”
Definition of good neighbor: someone to be trusted; a courteous, friendly source of help when help is needed; someone you can count on; someone who cares.
Edward B. Rust, Jr.
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