December 8, 2020
“That is your legacy on this Earth when you leave this Earth: how many hearts you touched.”
It seems to me that we all are being tested these days. To a large extent it is our behavior that will determine how we will be remembered. Of even more importance it is that what we do determines how we feel about our own selves.
What I have appreciated the most about my favorite people has been their concern for others. It has been their helpfulness and kindness that I will always remember. While I don’t think I deserve any kudos, I know I try to avoid creating animonisty and anger. I know there is still more I can do and that there is still time to do it.
Here is a story about how one man created one of the worlds greatest legacies.
HOW DO YOU WANT TO BE REMEMBERED ?
More than a decade ago, a man was reading his morning newspaper. To his surprise and horror, he read his name in the obituary column. The news papers had mistakenly reported the death of the wrong person for sure. He was shocked to read news headline about his death. When he regained his composure, He read it to find out what people had said about him.
The obituary included sentences like, “Dynamite King Dies.” and “He was the merchant of death.”. The man was the inventor of dynamite and when he read the words “merchant of death,” he asked himself a question,
“Is this how I am going to be remembered?” he asked himself. He decided that this was not the way he wanted to be remembered and he decided to change.
From that day on, he started working toward world peace. His name was Alfred Nobel and he is remembered today by the great Nobel Prize, the greatest of all the prizes.
The Nobel Prize has been honoring men and women from all corners of the globe for outstanding achievements in physics, chemistry, medicine, literature, and for work in peace since 1901. The foundations for the prize were laid in 1895 when Alfred Nobel wrote his last will, leaving much of his wealth to the establishment of the Nobel Prize.
Moral : It is never late to start over.
“All good men and women must take responsibility to create legacies that will take the next generation to a level we could only imagine.”
A man was lying on the psychiatrist’s couch as his therapist addressed him.
“Well, Jim. I’m pleased to announce that this will be our final session. I believe that you finally are cured of your paranoia.”
“Yes, doctor. I am.”
“I remember how you used to think that men in black were following you everywhere. But you don’t believe that anymore, do you?”
“No, doctor. I don’t”
“I remember also how you used to think that black helicopters were hovering over your house. But you don’t believe that anymore either, do you?”
“No, doctor. I don’t”
“Finally, I remember how you used to think that CIA agents were monitoring your mail, bugging your phone, and snooping into your affairs. But you don’t believe that anymore either, do you?”
“No, doctor. I don’t. Thanks to your therapy, I no longer harbor such delusions. In fact, you’ve been so helpful to me, that I’m really sorry that I have to kill you now,” said Jim, as he pulled out a gun.
The psychiatrist was shocked. “Wait a minute. Why do you have to kill me?”
“You know too much.”
Nothing is more humiliating than to see idiots succeed in enterprises we have failed in.
Susan’s teenage son was having problems mastering the finer points of managing his new checking account.
“The bank returned the check you wrote to the sporting goods store, son.”
“Oh, good!” he said…”Now I can use it to buy some stereo equipment!”
Law of the Alibi:
If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the very next morning you will have a flat tire.
I graduated from a private school that I didn’t like much. Once I was outta there, I had no particular desire to ever contribute to their latest fund drive or future athletic events. Sure enough, Alumni Affairs staff called my folks, got my current number and tracked me down. “So, what have you been doing with yourself?” the perky alumnus asked. I responded, “Oh, not a lot. Just stealing cars and running moonshine.”
They’ve never called back.
He who hesitates is probably right.
She said: I wanted a haircut and phoned a salon early for an appointment with a highly recommended stylist. I was told customers were taken on a walk-in basis only. On Saturday I got there by 9 a.m., only to learn that it was that hairdresser’s day off. I drove to another salon, but it was booked solid. Still another had no openings. The situation seemed hopeless, so I went home. My husband greeted me at the door. “That was fast,” he said cheerfully. “Your hair looks great!”
Neurotics build castles in the air, psychotics live in them. My mother cleans them.
A man was placed in intensive care, needles stuck everywhere, tubes running over his disease-ridden body like a spider’s web, nearly comatose. A week later, a second man was put in the same room in very nearly the same condition.
Both men lay there, near death, machines pinging, oxygen tubes puffing, monitors ding-donging, lights flashing. After a few days, one of the men summoned the strength to weakly raise his hand and catch the other man’s attention. He pointed to himself and wheezed out, “Jim………..my.”
The other man weakly pointed to himself and said, “Paddy.”
This act tired them both out so badly it was another day or two before they had the strength to try again. The first man weakly pointed to himself and murmured in almost inaudible tones, “Scottish.”
The second man replied, “Irish.”
Again the fatigue set in and they both fell fast asleep. In another couple of days they were at it again.
Jim took several deep breaths, then summoned up the strength to cough out, “Glasgow.”
Paddy whispered back, “Dublin.”
This time they were both a little stronger and could continue.
“Cancer”, said Jim.
“…Sagittarius,” replied Paddy.
I know that there are people in this world who do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that.
The minister’s little six-year-old girl had been so naughty during the week, that her mother decided to give her the worst kind of punishment. She told her she couldn’t go to the Sunday School Picnic on Saturday.
When Saturday arrived, her mother felt she had been too harsh and changed her mind. When she told the little girl she could go to the picnic after all, the child’s reaction was one of gloom and unhappiness.
“Why, what’s the matter, honey? I thought you’d be happy to go to the picnic.” her mother said.
“It’s too late!” the little girl replies sarcastically. . . “I’ve already prayed for rain!”
“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.”
Shannon L. Alder
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