April 9, 2019
Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.
One of the tough realities of living in a community made up of older folks is seeing how mortal we all are. We had another esident pass away recently, a man I liked. Our community is large enough that there is hardly a week that goes by that we don’t lose one of our neighbors.
Sure there is remorse as we lose friends but we also learn to appreciate those still with us. I now let people know that I value them and there friendship whenever I can realizing that I may got get the chance later.
We are always learning life’s lessons and they help is to behave better than we might have done without them. A number of years ago Omer B. Washington put together a list of things he learned. I want to share a few from his list with you today
I’ve learned-that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I’ve learned-that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I’ve learned-that it’s not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts.
I’ve learned-that you should never ruin an apology with an excuse.
I’ve learned-that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do.
I’ve learned-that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I’ve learned-that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I’ve learned-that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I’ve learned-that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I’ve learned-that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I’ve learned-that your family won’t always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren’t related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren’t biological.
I’ve learned-that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I’ve learned-that a rich person is not the one who has the most, but is one who needs the least.
I’ve learned-that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
Mistakes are a part of being human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are: precious life lessons that can only be learned the hard way.
Seems an elderly gentleman had serious hearing problems for a number of years. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100%.
The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said, “Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again.”
To which the gentleman said, “Oh, I haven’t told my family yet. I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I’ve changed my will three times!”
Anyone can sympathize with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathize with a friend’s success.
We had just finished eating a beautiful dinner that my mother had prepared for our family. As I glanced up at the chandelier over the table, I was mesmerized by the creative handiwork a spider had woven around the prisms and light bulbs.
“Don’t look up there!” my mother screamed. “It’s the one thing I was too tired to clean!”
“Don’t look where?” my brother asked.
“There!” my mother pointed. “It’s my own personal web sight!”
Just pray for a tough hide and a tender heart.
Mrs. Jones called the doctor’s office and was met with this response by the secretary, “This is Dr. Whitman’s office. What would you like to talk about?”
Mrs. Jones was disturbed by this response and replied sarcastically, “I want to order a hamburger with fries. For goodness sakes, why would I call a doctor if I didn’t feel sick? I’m very sick. I need to see the doctor.”
“Fine,” replied the secretary. “I can make an appointment for you. Let me see. Ah, yes, I have an appointment one week from next Friday.”
“Great,” said Mrs. Jones. “I’ll have my mortician drop me off then!”
When the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, it may be that they take better care of it there.
According to my mother, she and my dad decided to start a family soon after he became an officer in the Air Force. When months went by without success, they consulted the base physician, who chose to examine my mom right then and there.
“Please disrobe,” he told her.
“With him in the room?” she yelled, pointing to my father.
Turning to my dad, the doctor said, “Captain, I think I found the problem.”
Insanity is making the same mistakes over and over and thinking you are going to get different results.
The husband didn’t want to play in the “Couples Alternate Shot Tournament” at the club, but he reluctantly agreed just for the sake of martial harmony. He got the first shot. He teed off, a par four, and fired a drive 300 yard down the middle of the fairway. When they reached the ball, he said to his wife (a novice golfer), “Just hit it towards the green, hon, anywhere around there will be fine.”
She proceeded to knock the ball deep into the woods.
Undaunted, he said, “That’s ok, dear, we’ll play it.” He spent five full minutes looking for the ball. He played it for the shot of his life and actually put the ball just two feet from the hole on the green. Arriving on the green he said, “Now, dear, all you have to do is knock it gently into the hole.” She whacked it a good one, right off the green and into a sand trap. The husband, still retaining his composure, marched into the sand trap, summoned all of his skill, and amazingly holed the shot from there.
Retrieving the ball from the hole he put his arm around his wife and calmly said, “Honey, that was a bogey — one over par — but that’s ok. I think we can do better on the next hole.”
She snapped back at him, “Don’t bitch at ME. Only *2* of those *5* shots were mine!”
Things turn out best for those who make the best of the way things turn out.
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