April 28, 2020
“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened.
Happiness never decreases by being shared.”
I recently learned that two of our old friends had passed away from thepandemic infection. I like them both, ladies well into their nineties. The follow past daily reminds me of our friends so I would like to share it with you.
Ray’s Daily first published on April 28, 2008
A friend and neighbor passed away the other day. I had not known him very well but over the past few years I got to know him better than I had. He had a good heart, a sense of humor, and loved people. As the memories of our few times together surfaced I realized how sorry I was that we had not spent more time together over the 20 plus years we were acquainted. We talked a time or two about cruising together one day, unfortunately that day never came. He leaves a loving wife of many years and I only hope that her countless friends help fill the gap that has been left by the loss of her life partner.
Most of us have one special person who is so close to us that most of the day to day things we do we share together. As I have gotten older I realize that the more we share with others beyond our immediate family the richer life becomes. By broadening our outreach to more people we do not steal from those we hold dear, rather we add to that we already have and everyone benefits. And then when we suffer so great a loss as my friends wife just has we do not grieve alone.
Bernadette Ballezza knows what I mean, here is what she wrote a few years ago:
We were meant to share our lives with each other, because life can be painful. We face too many fragile moments standing alone, often unable to contain our sadness, the feeling of staying lost forever. Sharing our sorrow helps us feel protected. We feel hopeful.
We were meant to share our lives with each other because life can be full of joy. It can overflow with each new success, rediscovering an old friendship, winning against all odds, carrying life within us. Sharing the abundance of our joy brings us the pleasure of feeling cherished. We have chosen happiness.
We were meant to share our lives with each other because life can catch us unaware. It can suddenly surprise us with unwanted adventures and the dare-devil risk of starting new jobs, falling out of love, questioning our faith. Sharing this crisis gives our loved ones a chance to hold steady a safety net even if we choose not to jump. They stand by, a proud witness to our courage.
We were meant to share our lives with each other, because we need each other. For our lives to sustain its purpose and continue to hold its profound significance, we need to be connected, appreciated and understood. We need to share and we need to belong.
We will never be alone if we share ourselves with others for they will share with us in return.
Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others, cannot keep it from themselves.
James M. Barrie:
A young minister sitting down to dinner was about to say Grace when he opened the casserole dish that his thrifty bride had prepared from countless refrigerator leftovers.
“I don’t know,” he said dubiously. “It seems to me that we’ve blessed all this stuff before.”
A little girl was diligently pounding away on her father’s word processor. She told him she was writing a story. “What’s it about?” he asked. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I can’t read.”
A minister decided to do something a little different one Sunday morning.
He said, “Today, in church, I am going to say a single word and you are going to help me preach. Whatever single word I say, I want you to sing whatever hymn that comes to your mind.
The pastor shouted out “CROSS.” Immediately the congregation started singing in unison, “THE OLD RUGGED CROSS.”
The pastor hollered out “GRACE.” The congregation began to sing “AMAZING GRACE, how sweet the sound.”
The pastor said “POWER.” The congregation sang “THERE IS POWER IN THE BLOOD”.
The Pastor said “SEX!” The congregation fell in total silence.
Everyone was in shock. They all nervously began to look around at each other afraid to say anything. Then all of a sudden, way from in the back of the church, a little old 87-year-old grandmother stood up and began to sing “PRECIOUS MEMORIES.”
We can’t change how we started out but starting now we can change the ending.
With all the new technology regarding fertility, a 65 year-old woman was able to give birth to a baby recently. When she was discharged from the hospital and went home, her relatives came to visit. “May we see the new baby?” one asked.
“Not yet,” said the mother. “I’ll make coffee and we can visit for a while first.”
Thirty minutes had passed, and another relative asked, “May we see the new baby now?”
“No, not yet,” said the mother.
After another few minutes had elapsed, they asked again, “May we see the baby now?”
“No, not yet,” replied the mother.
Growing very impatient, they asked, “Well, when CAN we see the baby?”
“WHEN IT CRIES!” she told them.
“WHEN IT CRIES??” they demanded. “Why do we have to wait until it CRIES??”
“BECAUSE, I forgot where I put it…”
A rabbi took a job at a Duracell factory.
His job is to stand on the production line and as the batteries go by, say, “I wish you long life”
An evangelist had a great revival camp going. One night he was up in front of a large audience, speaking on imperfection. He asked his audience towards the end, “Has anyone ever known anyone who has come CLOSE to the perfection of our lord, Jesus Christ?”
Nobody, of course raised their hand. So he issued the question again. “Anybody! Has ANYONE ever known that kind of perfection?”
Finally a guy in the back raised his hand, so of course he was asked to stand up. “Tell us. Tell us who you knew who was so close to perfection.”
The man responded, “My wife’s first husband.”
“We can’t all be heroes because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by.”
Mr. & Mrs. Jones were eating breakfast one morning and Mrs. was reading a letter while she ate.
Suddenly she looked up suspiciously at her husband.
“Henry,” she said, “I’ve just received a letter from mother saying she isn’t accepting our invitation to come and stay, as we do not appear to want her. What does she mean by that? I told you to write and say that she was to come at her own convenience. You did write to her, didn’t you?”
“Er, yes, honey, I did,” said the husband. “But I couldn’t spell ‘convenience’, so I substituted ‘risk’.” (last time we checked, this husband was still recovering from his injuries.)
I had amnesia once — or twice.
A colleague was planning a trip to my business office and asked if I could find him a hotel with exercise facilities. I called several hotels, with no luck.
Finally, I thought I had found one. I asked the receptionist if the hotel had a weight room.
“No,” she replied, “but we have a lobby. You can wait there.”
The majority of us lead quiet, unheralded lives as we pass through this world. There will most likely be no ticker-tape parades for us, no monuments created in our honor. But that does not lessen our possible impact, for there are scores of people waiting for someone just like us to come along; people who will appreciate our compassion, our unique talents. Someone who will live a happier life merely because we took the time to share what we had to give. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have a potential to turn a life around. It’s overwhelming to consider the continuous opportunities there are to make our love felt.
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