October 3, 2019
“Optimism doesn’t wait on facts. It deals with prospects.”
As I have been a little depressed watching my wife struggle with her health problems I have benefited from the positive support from family and friends. Their efforts have helped me to refocus on doing what I can to make her situation as good as possible.
I think too often we put so much importance on how we feel that it dilutes our ability to do what we can for others. Even on bad days there is so much more to appreciate than just dealing with what is getting us down. So I am looking at our situation from the bright side which allows me to concentrate on what I can do rather than worrying about what I can’t control.
Here is a story I like as it reminds me that woe is never the answer.
My hero is my grandmother. She has always made it a point to value what you have. To value the fact that we are blessed–we may not be “rich” but yet we are–we have family and good friends plus things many do not. She taught us that hate is pointless, there is no time in life for it. She has always made a point of being grateful, because you shouldn’t have a complaint as long as you have “a roof over your head, food in your stomach, clothes on your back, people that love you, and people to love.”
There are many things to value in life but the most important thing is to realize that in some way you are blessed, because somewhere out there is someone (unfortunately) doing worse then you and that you could always be doing worse. That whatever hardships you go through, you must turn them into fuel to exceed. That you must surpass the bad and carry on to a better, brighter future! That as long as you do the best you can, that’s all that will ever matter!
I guess to sum it up the best that I can: I have learned to value life and all that it can bring, because it is so precious and at times so short. I have also realized that every small thing counts because together they make something grand.
“No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.”
Jacob, 92, and Rebecca, 95, were very excited about their decision to get married. They went for a stroll to discuss the wedding. Soon, they came upon a drugstore. They went in and Jacob addressed the man behind the counter: “Are you in charge?” The pharmacist answered “Yes.”
Jacob asked, “Do you sell heart medication?” The pharmacist replied, “Of course we do.”
Jacob asked, “How about medicine for circulation?” The Pharmacist replied, “All kinds.”
Jacob continued his questioning. “Medicine for rheumatism?” The pharmacist said, “Definitely.”
Jacob said: “How about Viagra?” The Pharmacist said, “Of course.”
Jacob asked, “Medicine for memory?” the pharmacist asked, “Yes, a large variety.” Jacob asked, “What about vitamins and sleeping pills?” the pharmacist said, “Absolutely,” Jacob turned to Rebecca: “OK Sweetheart, we might as well register our wedding gift list here.”
“If the world were indeed a logical place, men and women would both ride side-saddle.”
Rita Mae Brown
Max can’t find a job. He finally applies for a job as a janitor at the Catholic Church. They decide to give him a trial run and see what it is like for a Jewish man to work there. After a week, he is told, “Max, things are working out fine. I just have a few corrections. First, when you wash your hands, use the bathroom, don’t use the holy water. Second, when you hang your coat up, use the cloakroom, do not hang it on the cross. Third, my name is Mother Superior, not Mother Shapiro!”
The thing that counts most in the pursuit of happiness is choosing the right traveling companion.
Herman the hypochondriac began sobbing before a doctor. “I’m sure I’ve got a liver disease, and I’m gonna die from it.” “Ridiculous,” said the doctor. “you’d never know if you had the disease or not. With that ailment there’s no discomfort of any kind.”
“Right,” said Herman, “those are my exact symptoms.”
Often the search proves more profitable than the goal.
An 18th-century vagabond in England, exhausted and famished, came to a roadside Inn with a sign reading: “George and the Dragon.” He knocked.
The Innkeeper’s wife stuck her head out a window. “Could ye spare some victuals?” he asked.
The woman glanced at his shabby, dirty clothes. “No!” she shouted.
“Could I have a pint of ale?”
“No!” she shouted.
“Could I at least sleep in your stable?”
“No!” she shouted again.
The vagabond said, “Might I please…?”
“What now?” the woman screeched, not allowing him to finish.
“D’ye suppose,” he asked, “that I might have a word with George?”
Those who say it can’t be done are usually interrupted by others doing it.
Joel A. Barker
She said that when her three-year-old son opened the birthday gift from his grandmother and found a water pistol. He squealed with delight and headed for the nearest sink. she was not so pleased.
She turned to her Mom and said, “I’m surprised at you. Don’t you remember how we used to drive you crazy with water guns?”
Her mom smiled and then replied, “I remember.”
Miranda likes to sing, and whenever she begins, her husband heads outside.
Hurt, she asked him, “Don’t you like my singing?”
“Of course, Dear,” he replied. “I just want to make sure the neighbors know I’m not beating you.”
“Things turn out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out.”
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