January 17, 2019
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
I had breakfast with a friend the other day. He is a guy with a good heart who has been helping others for as long as I have known him. He, like the rest of us has good days and bad days, what I like is that the bad days don’t slow him down.
Some of us let our troubles bog us down, my friend never seems to let that happen. His unrecognized philanthropy and quiet humanity is inspiring. He does not look for accolades, he just always quietly does his best. It is folks like my friend who make the world a better place.
My life has been enriched by knowing the many of you who are like my friend. The following poem reminds me of you all.
By Priscilla Leonard
Forget each kindness that you do
As soon as you have done it.
Forget the praise that falls to you
The moment you have won it.
Forget the slander that you hear
Before you can repeat it.
Forget each slight, each spite, each sheer
Wherever you may meet it.
Remember every kindness done
To you, whate’er its measure.
Remember praise by others won
And pass it on with pleasure.
Remember every promise made
And keep it to the letter.
Remember those who lend you aid
And be a grateful debtor.
Remember all the happiness
That comes your way in living.
Forget each worry and distress;
Be hopeful and forgiving.
Remember good, remember truth,
Remember Heaven’s above you,
And you will find, through age and youth,
True joys and hearts to love you.
Be nice to strangers. Be nice even when it doesn’t matter.
A wife, one evening, drew her husband’s attention to the couple next door and said, “Do you see that couple? How devoted they are? He kisses her every time they meet.
Why don’t you do that?”
“I would love to,” replied the husband, “but I don’t know her well enough.”
Mom, I’ll always love you, but I’ll never forgive you for cleaning my face with spit on a hanky.
So true in the 21st Century …
Our communication – Wireless
Our telephone – Cordless
Our cooking – Fireless
Our youth – Jobless
Our food – Fatless
Our labour – Effortless
Our conduct – Worthless
Our relationship – Loveless
Our attitude – Careless
Our feelings – Heartless
Our politics – Shameless
Our education – Valueless
Our follies – Countless
Our arguments – Baseless
Our boss – Brainless
Our Job – Thankless
Our Salary – Much Less
“When I die, I want to die like my grandmother who died peacefully in her sleep.
Not screaming like all the passengers in her car.”
The holiday bowl games were in full swing and we had invited some other football fans over.
One couple brought their active two-year-old son, who began playing with a dish that was filled with antique buttons. After a few near disasters, my husband quietly removed the temptation.
The next morning, I realized the bowl was gone and went upstairs. “Don, where is the button bowl”? I asked my just-awakening husband.
“Gee, I don’t know for sure,” replied my spouse, who prides himself on knowing the answer to any sports trivia question.
“I think it’s in Florida.”
It is impossible to gain a toehold when acting like a heel.
She said: Stopping to pick up my daughter from Kindergarten, I found out that the topic of “Show and Tell” that day had been parents’ occupations. The teacher pulled me aside. Whispering, she advised, “You might want to explain a little bit more to your daughter what you do for a living.”
I work as a training consultant and often conduct my seminars in motel conference rooms.
When I asked why, the teacher explained, “Your daughter told the class she wasn’t sure what you did, but said you got dressed real pretty and went to work at motels.”
Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.
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