September 21, 2020
Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
Here we go again, another week. I continue to recover from my foot problem’s each day is a little better. While I do get to visit my wife for a little bit each day I do miss the companionship that we have always had, at least she is getting good care.
Ray’s Daily first published on September 21, 2004
If you are like I am you wonder what is going on these days. It seems like the events of the last few years have created fear, isolation, and often a lack of caring.
Schools don’t have the money to let children explore the arts, society, and cultures, and people say “it’s not my problem.”
Children are being abused, starved, unloved, and people say “it’s up to the parents,” it is too bad that an innocent child can’t chose their parents, and when no one else cares, finds that there is no place to go.
Innocent people are being starved, beaten, and killed all over the world, and people say “it is not my problem, life does not have much meaning to the people who are the victims, it is just their culture.”
The list could on and on, I fear the terrorists have done more to us than we realize. In spite of it all I still have hope. Here is what Erma Bombeck wrote before her untimely death. If we all did as she recommends the world would be a better place.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life anyone ever gets to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more “I love you’s.” More “I’m sorry’s.”
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute…look at it and really see it …live it and never give it back. Stop sweating the small stuff. Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has more, or who’s doing what. Instead, let’s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us. Let’s think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well.
We have one shot at this and then it’s gone.
I hope you all have a blessed day.
I feel the capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest significance.
A fisherman from the city was out fishing on a lake in a small boat. He noticed another man in a small boat open his tackle box and take out a mirror. Being curious the man rowed over and asked, “What is the mirror for?”
“That’s my secret way to catch fish,” said the other man.
“Shine the mirror on the top of the water. The fish notice the spot of sun on the water above and they swim to the surface. Then I just reach down and net them and pull them into the boat.”
“Wow! Does that really work?”
“You bet it does.”
“Would you be interested in selling that mirror? I’ll give you $30 for it.”
After the money was transferred, the city fisherman asked, “By the way, how many fish have you caught this week?”
“You’re the sixth,” he said.
Any child who is anxious to mow the lawn is too young to do so.
Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat will stop my fellow mail carriers and me from delivering junk mail. One day, I delivered an envelope full of coupons to a home. It was addressed to “The Smart Shopper at 729 Main Street.”
The next day the envelope was returned with this note scrawled on it: “Not at this address.”
The person who agrees with everything you say either isn’t listening to you or plans to sell you something.
Some Jewish Curses
May your bones be broken as often as the Ten Commandments.
May God answer all your prayers – and then may He mistake your worst enemy for you.
May your husband’s father marry three times so you’ll have three mothers-in-law.
May all your teeth fall out –except one, so you can have a toothache.
May a child be named after you – soon.
May the heartburn after one of your meals be strong enought to heat your home.
May you grow like an onion – with your head in the ground.
and Last but not least
I wish you everything you wish me, and everything you’ll regret not having wished me after I’ve wished you everything I wish you.
“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”
George Bernard Shaw
The afternoon was drawing to a close, and the guests were getting ready to leave.
“Mrs. Goldberg,” said one of the ladies, “I just wanted to tell you that your cookies were so delicious I ate four of them.”
“You ate five,” replied the hostess, “But who’s counting?”
“Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it.”
A gal bought a brand new Car and decided to drive down from some place far off, to meet this friend. She reached there in a few hours. After spending a few days there, she decided to return, and called up her mother to expect her in the evening. But she didn’t reach home in the evening and not the next day either. When she finally reached home on the third day, her distraught mother ran and asked her “What Happened?”
She got out, obviously very tired from a long journey, and said, “Oy, these car designers, these people are crazy! They have four gears for going forward, but only one for going back!”
The value of compassion cannot be over-emphasized.
Anyone can criticize. It takes a true believer to be compassionate.
No greater burden can be borne by an individual than to know no one cares or understands.
Arthur H. Stainback
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