September 24, 2021
Most of us spend too much time on what is urgent and not enough time on what is important.
Here it is Friday, another week has gone by. Summer has ended and Autumn has begun, It was another week when I could have done more but choose to concentrate on doing what I could to make my wife’s days as pleasant as possible. I also enjoyed listening to what was going on in my friends lives.
I think we too often have so much to do we don’t take time to do what we should do. The following story puts one mothers activities into perspective.
So many things to do, I’m always rushing ’round
I wish that I had time to just sit still
I’ll get done all the things I need to do today
I promise then I’ll stop a while, I will
And so I start to tackle the list of chores I made
I’ll make this house look really spick and span
I’ll tidy up and wash the floor and vac and dust as well
Clean the bathrooms, clean the house – I know I can
A friend rings up. She’s feeling down. She wants to come around
She asks if I have time to talk a while
I stop to make a coffee and lend a listening ear
I have nothing to give except my smile
Then, when she’s feeling better and she knows that she’s been heard
She thanks me and then she goes on her way
I look around my house and continue with my chores
For I am going to get somewhere today
The telephone then rings. My son’s teacher’s on the phone
She wants me to come down and get him now
I go down to the school and I bring my sick child home
I’ll clean this house up later on somehow
And later when the kids are home; ‘Mum, I need to talk’
And so I stop to listen for a while
My daughter tells me how she feels, she opens up her heart
Then, when she knows I’ve heard her, she can smile
When the night has come, I wonder, ‘what did I achieve?’
And, then I look back on all I have done
The house is still not tidy and there is still so much to do
Just like it was when I had first begun
But, then I stop and realise my priorities are right
For when someone’s in need then, I am there
I give to them the time they need and help them where I can
I let them know how much I really care
For when the years have passed and my kids have all moved out
They will feel the love and warmth I had to give
And I know that they’ll remember the lessons that they learnt
In self-worth and in how they choose to live
There is never enough time to do everything, but there is always enough time to do the most important thing.
The Franklin Factor: Early to bed and early to rise means it’s time to meet more guys.
The Rat Race: If there’s one rat in a room full of nice men, he’ll hit on you first.
The Eyeglass Prescription: Don’t wear your glasses on a blind date. You’ll look better, and he will too.
The Ring Rule: A watched telephone never rings.
The Creep Call: Never pick up the phone on Saturday night. It’s a call from a creep you told you were busy.
The Fishing Forecast: They say there are lots of good fish in the sea. But who wants to go out with a fish?
The Psychological Prognosis: Love is a form of temporary insanity curable by marriage.
The Rope Trick: Give a man enough rope and he’ll lasso another woman.
Mind Over Matter: No one ever falls in love with another person’s mind at a cocktail party.
The Fault Finder: The faster way to discover all your bad habits is to move in with your lover.
Twain’s Truth: Familiarity breeds children.
The Fertility Factor: Women are only fertile a few days each month, unless they’re single.
A lawyer’s epitaph in England:
Sir John Strange
Here lies an honest lawyer,
And that is Strange.
“If we were rich,” said Mrs. Abrahams, “we’d spend six months a year in Florida, six months a year in Europe, and six months a year in California.”
“But dear, that would make eighteen months in a year!” said her husband.
“Indeed it would, Herbert. Isn’t is wonderful what you can do with money?”
One of the secrets of a long and fruitful life is to forgive everybody everything every night before you go to bed.
A couple just started their Lamaze class and they were given an activity requiring the husband to wear a bag of sand to give him an idea of what it feels like to be pregnant. The husband stood up and shrugged saying, “This doesn’t feel so bad.”
The instructor then dropped a pen and asked the husband to pick it up.
“You want me to pick up the pen as if I were pregnant, the way my wife would do it?” the husband asked.
“Exactly,” replied the instructor.
To the delight of the other husbands, he turned to his wife and said, “Honey, pick up that pen for me.”
When it comes to work, there are many who will stop at nothing.
It was just after midnight, and there was a rapping at the doctor’s door.
Dragging himself out of bed and poking his head from the window, he shouted down at the lone figure.
The woman looked up, “No, sick.”
A little boy asked his mother, “Mummy, am I descended from a monkey?”
The mother replied, “I don’t know, son, I’ve never met your father’s folks.”
Three Reform Rabbis were in a terrible auto wreck. None survived.
One minute they were driving along the highway, talking and laughing and joking, and the next, BOOM! they were before the Creator of all.
Shaking his head, The Omnipotent One looks at the three. “Reform I can understand. But where will it end? You! Goldblum! The ashtrays in your temple so My people could smoke while the Torah was being read???”
God went on. “I can live with that. Men are weak, but the Word is strong!”
Goldblum sighed with relief.
“Bauman! Really, I can accept My people need to eat, but really: serving Ham & Cheese Sandwiches to the devout at the temple during Yom Kippur?”
Bauman hung his head in shame.
“Even that I can allow to pass, even with the eating of that which is not Kosher. I’m not pleased at all with the playing fast and loose with my people, but I can accept these indiscretions.”
Bauman also heaved a sigh of relief.
Finally, He turns to the third rabbi and says, “You, Rabinowitz, have gone too far! Am I asking too much? No, you flaunt the world at Me, even on the holiest days of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur by putting out a sign saying….’Closed for the Holidays!'”
Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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