February 6, 2020
It always seems impossible until it’s done.
I am always amazed at how much some of us miss opportunities for enjoyment because we give up. It is especially true for far too many of us seniors. The surest way to end a life of happiness is to convince ourselves that we have reached a point where we no longer can enjoy our days.
Some of my friends have severe physical limitations but still stay positive as the find ways to enjoy their days. So, my friends hang in there, you’ll be glad you do.
See it through
When you’re up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don’t let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it through!
Even hope may seem but futile,
When with troubles you’re beset,
But remember you are facing
Just what other men have met.
You may fail, but fall still fighting;
Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
Eyes front, head high to the finish.
See it through!
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying ‘I will try again tomorrow.’
Mary Anne Radmacher
On their 40th wedding anniversary and during the banquet celebrating it, Tom was asked to give his friends a brief account of the benefits of a marriage of such long duration.
“Tell us Tom, just what is it you have learned from all those wonderful years with your wife?”
Tom responds, “Well, I’ve learned that marriage is the best teacher of all. It teaches you loyalty, forbearance, meekness, self-restraint, forgiveness — and a great many other qualities you wouldn’t have needed if you’d stayed single.”
A man goes into a bar and seats himself on a stool. The bartender looks at him and says, “What’ll it be buddy?
The man says, “Set me up with seven whiskey shots and make them doubles.” The bartender does this and watches the man slug one down, then the next, then the next, and so on until all seven are gone almost as quickly as they were served. Staring in disbelief, the bartender asks why he’s doing all this drinking.
“You’d drink them this fast too if you had what I have.
The bartender hastily asks, “What do you have pal?
The man quickly replies, “I have a dollar.”
The expression of gratitude is a powerful force that generates even more of what we have already received.
Patient: My wife beats me, doctor.
Doctor: Oh dear. How often?
Patient: Every time we play Scrabble!
I’m addicted to placebos. I’d give them up, but it wouldn’t’ make any difference.
At the pub, a little guy exchanged words with a big bald guy, and it looked like they were about to go to blows.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve for such a shrimp!” snarled the big guy.
“Look, you big jerk,” barked the little blonde guy, “I’m not scared of anybody, or anything! I come from a long line of jumpers. My great-grandfather jumped with no parachute from a balloon. My grand-father jumped without a ‘chute from a biplane. My mother and father both jumped from a jet. And tomorrow, I jump from a rocket!”
“You’re crazy, you little twerp,” said the big guy. “You could be killed!”
“So what?” said the little guy. “I have no family…”
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
As a concierge at a posh resort, I was often asked about the ski facilities. One day, a couple who had just checked in after a long flight came by and asked me where the lift was.
“Go out the door,” I told them, “past the pool, 200 yards down the block and you’ll see it on your right.”
Their tired faces suddenly looked even more exhausted, until the man behind them spoke up.
“They’re from England,” he said. “I think they’re looking for the elevator.”
Question authority, but not mine.
After our friend Tom had been a temporary Bachelor for several weeks, we stopped by his Home to visit him. My wife asked if he was eating Properly. “Well, I do eat a lot of dog food,” Tom Told her.
“Dog food!” my wife exclaimed, horrified. “I can’t believe you would be eating anything Like that!”
“Come to the kitchen and I’ll show you,” Tom replied.
Opening the refrigerator door, He waved his hand at a row of doggie bags from half of the restaurants in town.
The only courage that matters is the kind that gets you from one moment to the next.
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