May 7, 2020
We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today.
Ray’s Daily published on May 7, 2002
This is truly a big week for us. The UN is going into special session in New York to hear the progress that has been made in the ten plus years since the global Summit for Children. There have been some significant successes, our effort to eliminate iodine deficiency is one of them. But there are still many challenges ahead and I am hoping that the heads of state and senior government leaders from around the world attending will rise to the challenge.
Every day I learn more about how devastating the warfare that is going on in various parts of the world is on children. We have all heard of kids killed in crossfire, kids losing limbs because of landmines, thousands dying of malnutrition, but there is more. Kids are dying from measles because health workers can’t reach them to give them the shots they need, polio persists in around 30 countries because kids are kept from receiving inoculations. Kids are forced into armies when they can barley hold a gun. They deserve better, they deserve a chance.
I have a number of friends and colleagues who will be in New York for meetings associated with the special session, and Kiwanis will have representatives in the audience at the general assembly. I wish I was with them, but I know their commitment to children is great.
I often wonder if we don’t care, why should anyone else care. The trauma created in the lives of children of the world will have devastating effect on the world in which my grandchildren will reside in the years ahead. I owe to them to do what I can.
Oh by the way I talked to a friend in the Philippines, our Kiwanis International President-designate, this morning and he told me to say hi to the queen when I am in London this weekend, I hope I can fit her in to my schedule.
He who merely knows right principles is not equal to him who loves them.
Tech Support: “I need you to right-click on the Open Desktop.”
Tech Support: “Did you get a pop-up menu?”
Tech Support: “Ok. Right click again. Do you see a pop-up menu?”
Tech Support: “Ok, sir. Can you tell me what you have done up until this point?”
Customer: “Sure, you told me to write ‘click’ and I wrote click’.”
You’re getting old when you wake up with that morning-after feeling, and you didn’t do anything the night before.
They have found, at the base of Mount Horeb, an ancient cave, unopened for three thousand years. Apparently this cavern was used by the Israelites to store and repair all the army’s rolling stock. There were hundreds of vehicles in all stages of repair that will keep archaeologists busy for years.
On of the mysteries was a container holding dozens of pieces of parchment that were apparently made to be carried on an upright spear into battle. The parchments were rolled into separate groups and, when the language scholars deciphered them they fell into several distinct groups — each containing a similar set of words.
The group with the most banners was a thick one with the same words on each. These apparently proclaimed, “Shout Huzzah if you love Moses.
Another group had wording which showed the Israelites grasp of the calendar, as they said, “In the name of Cain, Celebrate National Brotherhood Week.”
There were some that were apparently done to remind the people of the wrath of God, as they were printed with the slogan, “If you can see Sodom, you’re too darned close.”
It is amazing to find how safety minded the ancient people were. There were several banners which bore the writing, “Remember Goliath: support the ban on unlicensed slingshots.”
Finally, to indicate how the Israelites revered their elders, they found many banners that simply said, “In the name of Methuselah — be kind to senior citizens.”
The best way to convince a fool that he is wrong is to let him have his own way.
A Jewish gentleman stood before a delicatessen display counter and pointed to a tray. “I’ll have a pound of that salmon,” he said.
“That’s not salmon,” the clerk said, “it’s ham.”
“Mister,” the customer snapped, “in case nobody ever told you, you got a big mouth!”
“I tell ya, my wife, we get along good cause we have our own arrangement. I mean, one night a week I go out with the boys and one night a week, she goes out with the boys.”
The sermon had been going on too long, and the Minister should have been able to see the congregation getting more than a little restless; he droned on none-the-less for yet another 15 minutes. Finally he paused and said, “What else can I say Brothers and Sisters?”
“How about ‘Amen’ Preacher?” said a hungry soul from the rear of the Church.
An eccentric philosophy professor gave a one question final exam after a semester dealing with a broad array of topics. The class was already seated and ready to go when the professor picked up his chair, plopped it on his desk and wrote on the board: “Using everything we have learned this semester, prove that this chair does not exist.”
Fingers flew, erasers erased, notebooks were filled in furious fashion. Some students wrote over 30 pages in one hour attempting to refute the existence of the chair. One member of the class however, was up and finished in less than a minute. Weeks later when the grades were posted, the rest of the group wondered how he could have gotten an A when he had barely written anything at all. His answer consisted of two words: “What chair?”
The restaurant was so bad, the doggie bags had a warning: Not for consumption by real dogs.
Harry Epstein was downtown with his wife and four little children when he decided to take a taxicab home.
Approaching a cab driver, he demanded, “How much will you charge to drive us to the Bronx?”
“I figure $2 apiece for you and your wife,” said the driver. “I’ll take the four kids along for nothing.”
Harry Epstein turned to his children and said, “Jump in kids, and have a nice ride home. Momma and I will take the subway.”
Doctor to patient: I have good news and bad news: the good news is that you are not a hypochondriac.
I am passing this on to you because, I think I have found inner peace.
I read an article that said the way to achieve inner peace is to finish things I had started.
Today I finished two bags of potato chips, a chocolate pie, a bottle of wine, and a box of chocolate candy.
I feel better already.
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPÉRY
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