November 6, 2019
The best part of the art of living is to know how to grow old gracefully.
Many years ago Betty Davis said “old age is not for sissies” or something like that. I am finding that most of the old folks I know are not sissies. The one I really relate to have a ongoing zest for life and don’t let the limits that accompany old age hold them back.
I learn everyday from my friends that how we age depends on our attitude and unwillingness to let age take us down, The folks I have known for many years have always showed their ability to deal with what happens in their lives, always going on doing their best.
Here is a piece that reminds me of both the courage and strength of those I admire.
Strength and Courage
It takes strength to be certain, It takes courage to have doubts.
It takes strength to fit in, It takes courage to stand out.
It takes strength to share a friend’s pain, It takes courage to feel your own pain.
It takes strength to hide your own pain, It takes courage to show it and deal with it.
It takes strength to stand guard, It takes courage to let down your guard.
It takes strength to conquer, It takes courage to surrender.
It takes strength to endure abuse, It takes courage to stop it.
It takes strength to stand alone, It takes courage to lean on a friend.
It takes strength to love, It takes courage to beloved.
It takes strength to survive, It takes courage to live.
by David L. Griffith
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent–that is to triumph over old age.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Walpole had lived in his loft for six months and by now, it was filled with the paintings he had created. He worked day and night, stopping only occasionally for something to eat. He thought little about food and less about sleep. But what he thought about least of all was his rent.
As a result, his landlord now stood before him, demanding the three months’ rent Walpole owed on the loft.
“Give me a couple of weeks,” Walpole pleaded. “I know I’m on the verge of making some sales.”
“Absolutely not,” the landlord said. “You gave me that story last month. You won’t get another day’s credit from me.”
“Look,” Walpole said, “think of it as an investment. Someday this loft will be famous and you’ll be able to charge a fortune for it. In a few years, people will come into this disgusting loft and whisper, ‘Walpole used to paint here.'”
“Pay your rent now,” the landlord said, “or they’ll be able to say it tomorrow morning!”
Customer: I’d like to try on that dress in the window.
Saleslady: I’m sorry, madam, you’ll have to use the fitting room like everyone else.
Before I could enroll in my company’s medical insurance plan, I needed to fill out a questionnaire. As expected, the form was very thorough, leaving nothing to chance.
One question asked, “Do you think you may need to go to the emergency room within the next three months?”
“I’ve never been married, but I tell people I’m divorced so they won’t think something’s wrong with me.”
Becky prepared a pasta dish for a dinner party she was giving. In her haste, however, she forgot to refrigerate the spaghetti sauce, and it sat on the counter all day. She was worried about spoilage, but it was too late to cook up another batch.
She called the local Poison Control Center and voiced her concern. They advised Becky to boil the sauce again.
That night, the phone rang during dinner, and one of the guests volunteered to answer it. Becky’s face dropped as the guest called out, “It’s the Poison Control Center. They want to know how the spaghetti sauce turned out.”
There is no such thing in anyone’s life as an unimportant day.
Although this married couple enjoyed their new fishing boat together, it was the husband who was behind the wheel operating the boat. He was concerned about what might happen in an emergency.
So, one day out on the lake, he said to his wife, “Please take the wheel, dear. Pretend that I am having a heart attack. You must get the boat safely to shore and dock it.”
So, she drove the boat to shore.
Later that evening, the wife walked into the living room where her husband was watching television. She sat down next to him, switched the TV channel and said to him, “Please go into the kitchen, dear. Pretend I’m having a heart attack and set the table, cook dinner and wash the dishes.”
Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting.
Working as a court reporter, I hear to a lot of testimony that you won’t hear on LAW AND ORDER, including the following give-and-take between the judge and a mother during a paternity suit.
Judge: “Was the child born out of wedlock?”
Mother: “No, sir, just outside of Louisville.”
You can’t have everything. Where would you put it?
A husband asks his wife, “When I get mad at you, you never fight back. How do you control your anger”?
“I clean the toilet bowl.”
“How does that help”?
“I use your toothbrush.”
Aging is not an option, not for anyone. It is how gracefully we handle the process and how lucky we are, as the process handles us.
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