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Ray’s Daily

October 16, 2018


Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

Anais Nin


It is another day where I find myself with too much to do so here is another reprint.

Ray’s Daily first published on October 16, 2007

Since I will be going for my cardiac stress echo test first thing in the morning and doing additional medical stuff tomorrow I am putting the daily together twelve hours early, so if something newsworthy has taken place in the interim I probably didn’t miss it.


Some of our readers are still in school laying the foundation for the rest of their lives, some are in their middle years, and then there are the rest of us who are given another chance to be what we want to be. It is not important where you are on life’s timeline it is only important that you realize it won’t stop and there is nothing you can do about that. But if you find that it is a train taking you to places you don’t want to go, remember you really don’t have to be on it.

It is not always easy to pick up your bags, leave the train with all its familiarity and board a train going someplace else, but for many of us it is the best thing we can do. The happiest people I know are those who have chosen a new destiny rather than staying on a train that goes nowhere. We all can begin again no matter how old we may be; all we have to do is get off the train. I did and it was the smartest thing I ever did.

Here is what Bill Greer suggests you do to begin again.

Begin to see yourself as you were when you were the happiest and strongest you’ve ever been.

Begin to remember what worked for you (and what worked against you), and try to capture the magic again.

Begin to remember how natural it was when you were a child — to live a lifetime each day.

Begin to forget the baggage you have carried with you for years:

The problems that don’t matter anymore,

The tears that cried themselves away,

And the worries that are going to wash away on the shore of tomorrow’s new beginnings.

Tomorrow tells us it will be here every new day of our lives; and if we will be wise, we will turn away from the problems of the past and give the future — and ourselves — a chance to become the best of friends.

Sometimes all it takes is a wish in the heart to let yourself begin again.


How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

Annie Dillard


Things wives wish we would say:

~Wow, I just don’t know what to do with this money we won in the lottery, so why don’t you take it to the mall and see if you can find something to buy with it.

~Hey, how about inviting your mother to spend the summer with us.

~Oh, go ahead and eat that third piece of chocolate cream pie. If it’s one thing I hate it’s skinny women.

~What a break, I won a prize on the radio station…. tickets to either the super bowl or the opening of the New York Ballet. I got first choice so pack your bags for New York, we get to go to the ballet!!!

~Who wants to play golf when I can get to see how good the lawn looks when it’s freshly mowed.

~Shoot, there’s nothing on TV but football games. Let’s go furniture shopping.

~Man I tell you, nothing feels better than getting all spruced up in a suit and tie.

~I’m getting a little tired of steak on the grill. How about a nice quiche?

~You know, I think I’d really prefer the four-door sedan to that impractical Corvette.

~Golly I think we’re lost. Let me find a gas station to ask for directions.

~If the guys call and want me to go to that new sports club with them, tell them I’m busy. I really want to get the living room painted tonight.

~Sports cars are just such stupid little toys for men who have never really grown up.

~If you’re looking for me later, I’ll be over there looking at the home decorating magazines.

~You know, we really don’t visit your relatives enough.

~Why don’t you relax this weekend. I’ll take care of the cooking and housework.


“Two wrongs are only the beginning.”


At his request, each morning three-year-old Ray’s mother pinned a bath towel to the back shoulders of his size two T- shirt. Immediately in his young imaginative mind the towel became a brilliant magic blue and red cape. And he became Superman. Outfitted each day in his “cape,” Ray’s days were packed with adventure and daring escapades. He was Superman.

This fact was clearly pointed out last fall when his mother enrolled him in kindergarten class. During the course of the interview, the teacher asked Ray his name. “Superman,” he answered politely and without pause.

The teacher smiled, cast an appreciative glance at his mother, and asked again, “Your real name, please.”

Again, Ray answered, “Superman.”

Realizing the situation demanded more authority, or maybe to hide amusement, the teacher closed her eyes for a moment, then in a voice quite stern, said, “I will have to have your real name for the records.”

Sensing he’d have to play straight with the teacher, Ray slid his eyes around the room, hunched closer to her, and patting a corner of frayed towel at his shoulder, answered in a voice hushed with conspiracy, “Clark Kent.”


“Always and never are two words you should always remember never to use.

Wendell Johnson


There’s this little guy sitting inside a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half-an-hour. Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down.

The poor man starts crying.

The truck driver says: “Come on man, I was just joking.

Here, I’ll buy you another drink. I just can’t see a man crying.” “No, it’s not that. Today is the worst day of my life. First, I overslept and was late to an important meeting. My boss, outraged, fired me. When I left the building for my car, I found out it was stolen. The police said they could do nothing. I got a cab to return home, and after I paid the cab driver and the cab had gone, I found that I left my whole wallet in the cab. I got home only to find my wife was in bed with the gardener. I left home and came to this bar. And when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink the darn poison …”


“I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.”

Diane Ackerman


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.



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