March 31, 2020
We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.
Franklin D. Roosevelt
Here we go again, another day of isolation. I have decided that there is little use focusing on what we can’t do, we are much better off focusing on what we can do. In my case I am reading more, thinking some, reminiscing a little, learning more and enjoying some movies with my wife.
I hope you too are making the best of these difficult times. It does little good to be negative. We just have to wait it out working to make sure we are part of the solution rather than wandering out and potentially becoming part of the problem. I do wish us all well.
Here is a short story I just picked up about life in self-imposed quarantine,
And the People Stayed Home
By Kitty O’Meara
And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.
And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.
And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.
Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.
Two guys in a bar…
One says “Did your hear the news – Mike is dead!”
“Wooo, what the hell happened to him?”
“Well he was on his way over to my house the other day and when he arrived outside the house he didn’t brake properly and boom – He hit the pavement and the car flips up and he crashed through the sunroof – Went flying through the air and smashed through my upstairs bedroom window.”
“What a horrible way to die!”
“No no, he survived that, that didn’t kill him at all. So, he’s landed in my upstairs bedroom and he’s all covered in broken glass on the floor. Then, he spots the big old antique wardrobe we have in the room and reaches up for the handle to try to pull himself up. He’s just dragging himself up when bang, this massive wardrobe comes crashing down on top of him, crushing him and breaking most of his bones.”
“What a way to go, that’s terrible!”
“No no, that didn’t kill him he survived that. He managed to get the wardrobe off him and crawls out onto the landing, he tries to pull himself up on the banister but under his weight, the banister breaks and he goes falling down on to the first floor. In mid air, all the broken banister poles spin and fall on him, pinning him to the floor, sticking right through him.”
“Now that is the most unfortunate way to go!”
“No no, that didn’t kill him, he even survived that. So he’s on the downstairs landing, just beside the kitchen. He crawls in to the kitchen, tries to pull himself up on the cooker, but reached for a big pot of boiling hot water, whoosh, the whole thing came down on him and burned most of his skin off him.”
“Man, what a way to go!”
“No no, he survived that, he survived that ! He’s lying on the ground, covered in boiling water and he spots the phone and tries to pull himself up, to call for help, but instead he grabs the light switch and pulls the whole thing off the wall and the water and electricity didn’t mix and so he got electrocuted, wallop, 10,000 volts shot through him.”
“Now that is one awful way to go!”
“No no, he survived that, he …”
“Hold on now, just how the hell did he die?”
“I shot him!”
“You shot him? What the hell did you shoot him for?”
“He was wrecking my house.”
There are many ways to measure success; not the least of which is the way your child describes you when talking to a friend.
Bill took Jack to a celebratory dinner at a really fine restaurant.
They walked in, were ushered to a table by a formally dressed maitre d’, and sat down at a table on which were displayed the finest china and crystal. Taking the damask napkin from the solid silver napkin ring, Jack unfolded it, put it around his neck and proceeded to tie a knot in the back.
Staring at him, the maitre d’ said, between gritted teeth, “Sir, will you be having a shave or a haircut?”
People asked me what I’d most appreciate getting for my eighty-seventh birthday. I tell them, a paternity suit.”
Little Johnny wasn’t getting good marks in school. One day he surprised the teacher with an announcement.
He tapped her on the shoulder and said, “I don’t want to scare you, but my daddy says if I don’t start getting better grades… somebody is going to get a spanking!”
You may not always have a comfortable life and you will not always be able to solve all of the world’s problems at once but don’t ever underestimate the importance you can have because history has shown us that courage can be contagious and hope can take on a life of its own.
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