September 3, 2019
“I think being in love with life is a key to eternal youth.”
Our holiday weekend is over. And now summer starts its departure as we await autumn. September is a great time to revitalize in preparation for the months ahead. Time can get away from us if we just drift with our days. My wife and me will soon finish our first year in our new retirement community. Most of our days are good but we do have a few challenges now and then.
As we have aged we have found that we have learned to roll with life punches and that the setbacks are only temporary. Our family, our friends, old and new always help to smooth the way. So now we look ahead with confidence that we will make the best of what ever comes our way, and we will do it together.
Here is a piece that reminds me of what we all need to do in order to make the best of our future.
A New Ending
No one can go back and make a brand-new start. Anyone can start from now and make a brand-new ending.
There isn’t promise of days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but can promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.
Disappointments are like road bumps, they slow you down a bit but you enjoy the smooth road afterwards. Don’t stay on the bumps too long. Move on! When you feel down because you didn’t get what you want, just sit tight, and be happy.
There’s a purpose to life’s events, to teach you how to laugh more or not to cry too hard. You can’t make someone love you, all you can do is be someone who can be loved, and the rest is up to the person to realize your worth. It’s better to lose your pride to the one you love, than to lose the one you love because of pride. We spend too much time looking for the right person to love or finding fault with those we already love, when instead we should be perfecting the love we give.
Never abandon an old friend. You will never find one who can take his place. Friendship is like wine, it gets better as it grows older.
“All of life is peaks and valleys. Don’t let the peaks get too high and the valleys too low.”
For Those who Reed and Right
We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes; but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice; yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men, why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet, and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those, yet hat in the plural would never be hose, and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren, but though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim.
Let’s face! It! – English is a crazy language.
Your future depends on many things, but mostly on you.
A Texan was taking a taxi tour of London and was in a hurry. As they went by the Tower of London the cabbie explained what it was and that construction of it started in 1346 and was completed in 1412.
The Texan replied, “Shoot, a little ol’ tower like that? In Houston we’d have that thing up in two weeks!”
Next they passed the House of Parliament – started in 1544 and completed in 1618.
“Well, boy, we put up a bigger one than that in Dallas and it only took a year!”
As they passed Westminister Abbey the cabbie was silent.
“Whoah! What’s that over there?” asked the Texan.
Replies the cabbie, scratching his head. . . .”Now that, I don’t know; it sure wasn’t there yesterday!”
I don’t have a big ego, I’m way too cool for that.
A guy was driving down a road and he ran out of gas. He went to the nearest house to ask for help. As soon as the owner opened the door, it started to pour, so the guy asked to stay overnight. The owner said, “OK, but if you see a monster in the garage, whatever you do, don’t touch it.” The man went up to the guestroom, but he was too curious. He went down to the garage and saw the huge ugly monster. He decided to see what it would do if he threw a rock at it or made faces. He did both but nothing happened.
So the man went and touched the monster. Up the monster jumped and chased the man all over the country. When the man got to a cliff, he thought he was going to die, so he rolled up in a tiny ball. When the monster arrived, he touched the man and said, “You’re it!”
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
William Arthur Ward
Johnny was late coming home from his Cub Scout den meeting. His mother was worried about his tardiness and vastly relieved when he arrived. “Johnny!” she yelled at him, “how come you are so late getting home?”
“Couldn’t help it, Ma. We were helping a little old lady across the street.” “How nice. But that shouldn’t have delayed you this late!”
“Well, Ma, it’s like this. She didn’t much want to go.”
A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.
A tourist from the city was visiting a quaint country village, and got talking to an old man in the local pub. “And have you lived here all your life, sir?” asked the tourist.
And the old man, with a wise look, said, “Not yet.”
“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”
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