March 8, 2019
“The day will come when men will recognize woman as his peer, not only at the fireside, but in councils of the nation. Then, and not until then, will there be the perfect comradeship, the ideal union between the sexes that shall result in the highest development of the race.”
Susan B. Anthony
I need to send you my thoughts from thirteen years ago today
Ray’s Daily first published on March 8, 2006
Today is International Women’s Day and I am afraid it will pass by in my country with little notice. That is due in part to how well women have excelled in almost every endeavor they have undertaken. In the organizations I work with women continue to bring energy, intelligence, and leadership to the table whenever they are asked to do so. Even though progress has been made there are still pockets of inequality both in salary and in access to better positions even in our country. All I can say about that is that the losers are those who fail to take advantage of all that women have to offer.
Many years ago I spoke to a meeting of Women in Business and when I had completed my final remarks one woman asked me to comment on the fact that she had worked in her position for fifteen years and came up with most of the ideas that her male boss presented to his superiors as his own. She asked me what I thought she should do, I gave her a couple of suggestions on how to raise the issue with her management and ended by suggesting she might want to consider quitting, I asked her if they continued to fail to recognize her talents if she thought they were the kind of people she wanted as employers the rest of her working life. The next day the women’s editor of our daily newspaper wrote that she thought I was a little naive since she probably would do no better somewhere else. Just think how much better off we would be today if so many of our best and brightest had not been kept from the table? I could go on and on, suffice it to say that over the years, in both business and humanitarian organizations I have found unbelievably talented women, I will always grateful for both their counsel and their achievements.
I especially appreciate my many female friends, they are women who find the time to do all they have to do for their families, their jobs, their outside commitments, and still take time for us to share our joys and sorrows.
Unfortunately far too many women in the world are treated as third class citizens. These women are abused, neglected, and barred from life in the mainstream. These are today’s heroes, for in spite of it all they survive and do all they can, even for those who are responsible for their plight. They need to be set free.
So to the women of the world, thanks for caring so much and for doing all that you do for others. And especially thank you for being there whenever we need you.
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
She said: Having just completed my training as the hospital’s switchboard operator, I was reasonably confident that I knew all the codes for emergencies:
Code Blue for cardiac arrest, Code Red for fire, etc.
My first night on the job alone, however, a nurse phoned and asked me to page a “Code Brown, Room 214.”
I had no idea what that was. I called the page, then searched frantically through my emergency manual, but I couldn’t find any description of it anywhere.
Stumped, I finally called the nurse back and asked her about it.
“Relax,” laughed the nurse. “Code Brown is what we page when a patient is discharged and leaves behind an unfinished box of chocolates!”
In the pursuit of happiness, the difficulty lies in knowing when you have caught up.
A man is sitting in an airliner, which is about to take off when another man with a Labrador Retriever occupies the two empty seats beside him. The Lab is situated if the middle and the first man is looking quizzically at The dog when the second man explains that they work for the airline.
The airline rep said, “Don’t mind Sniffer; he’s a sniffing dog, the best there is. I’ll show you once we get airborne when I put him to work.” The plane takes off and levels out, when the handler says to the first man, “Watch this.”
He tells the dog, “Sniffer, search.” Sniffer jumps down, walks along the aisle, and sits next to a woman for a few seconds. The dog next returns to its seat and puts one paw on the handler’s arm.
He says, “Good boy.” The airline rep turns to the first man and says, “That woman is in possession of marijuana, so I’m making a note of this and her seat number for the police who will apprehend her on arrival.
“Fantastic!” replies the first man.
Once again the handler sends Sniffer to search the aisles. The Lab sniffs about, sits down beside a man for a few seconds, returns to its seat, and places two paws on the handler’s arm. The handler says, “That man is carrying cocaine, so again I’m making a note of this and the seat number”
“Wow, that’s really something!” says the first man.
A third time the rep sends Sniffer to search the aisles. Sniffer goes up and down the plane and after a while sits down next to a man. He then comes racing back, jumps up onto this seat, and pees all over the seat. The first man is really grossed out by this behavior from a supposedly well-trained sniffing dog and asks, “What’s going on?”
The handler nervously replies, “He just found a bomb.”
You’re getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
Working in a print shop, my co-worker and I sometimes forget how complex the equipment seems to clients. She explained to one woman how to use a copier that could enlarge, reduce, collate, change paper size and adjust the lightness or darkness of copies.
“It’s really so simple,” my colleague concluded. “All you have to do is tell it what you want, and it does it.”
The client’s anxiety vanished. Leaning close to the machine, she commanded, “Copy both sides, please!”
Show me a good loser, and I’ll show you a fellow playing golf with his boss.
“I had the strangest dream last night,” a man was telling his psychiatrist. “I saw my mother, but when she turned around to look at me, I noticed that she had your face.
And you can imagine, I found this very disturbing, and in fact I woke up immediately, and couldn’t get back to sleep. I just lay there in bed waiting for morning to come, and then I got up, drank a Coke, and came right over here for my appointment. I thought you could help me explain the meaning of this strange dream.”
The psychiatrist was silent for a full minute before responding: “A Coke? That’s a breakfast?”
Men are taught to apologize for their weaknesses, women for their strengths.
She also said: While I was working as a pediatric nurse, I had the difficult assignment of giving immunization shots to children. One day I entered the examining room to give four-year-old Lizzie her shot.
“NO!! NO!! NO!!” she screamed.
“Lizzie,” her mother scolded. “That’s not polite behavior.”
At that, the girl yelled even louder,
“NO, THANK YOU!! NO, THANK YOU!! NO, THANK YOU!!”
Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by an encounter with another human being. Each of us owes the deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this inner light.
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