November 9, 2021
Love is the best medicine, and there is more than enough to go around once you open your heart.
Ray’s Daily first published on November 9, 2005
I sometimes think that too many of us cringe at the word love. Some feel that it is a sign of weakness to profess love for something or someone. Others fear love because they believe it has the potential to hurt if they let it in. Fortunately there are others who know how important the ability to love is for their happiness in life.
Just think what the world would be like if people Mother Theresa had not had the ability to love others so much that they did not require anything back. When you think about it there is something to be said even for unrequited love, for there is a joy in having the capacity to love, it does not require love in return, the reward is in having the ability to offer it unconditionally to others. Too many of us have grown up conditioned to view the open offering of love as something sissy or un-macho when in reality it is the strong and confident that have the ability to share their feelings and offer their love. It is not only OK to love others, it is also OK to tell them you do.
Here is a poem by Robert Ward that someone sent me recently; it says it all.
I wish you the courage to be warm when the world would prefer that you be cool.
I wish you success sufficient to your needs;
I wish you failure to temper that success.
I wish you joy in all your days;
I wish you sadness so that you may better measure that joy.
I wish you gladness to overbalance grief.
I wish you humor and a twinkle in the eye.
I wish you glory and the strength to bear its burdens.
I wish you sunshine on your path and storms to season your journey.
I wish you peace in the world in which you live and in the smallest corner of the heart where truth is kept.
I wish you faith to help define your living and your life.
More I cannot wish you, except perhaps love, to make all the rest worthwhile.
I love you all, thanks for being there.
As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral…
As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony.
Love is the tool, and more love is the end product.
A husband and wife went to the fairgrounds. The wife wanted to go on the Ferris wheel, but the husband wasn’t comfortable with that. So the wife went on the ride by herself. The wheel went round and round and suddenly the wife was thrown out and landed in a heap at her husband’s feet.
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
“Of course I’m hurt!” she replied. “Three times around and you didn’t wave once.”
An antique is something your grandmother bought, your mother threw out, and you are now buying back.
IT’S TIME TO DIET AND EXERCISE WHEN…
…you try to do a few pushups and discover that certain body parts refuse to leave the floor.
…your children look through your wedding album and want to know who Daddy’s first wife was.
…you get winded just saying the words “six-kilometer run.”
…you analyze your body honestly and decide what you should develop first is your sense of humor.
…you accept the fact that you can fool some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time, but not while you’re wearing a bathing suit.
Everyone should have a spouse, because there are a number of things that go wrong that one can’t blame on the government.
A bricklayer at my husband’s construction job routinely complained about the contents of his lunch box. “I’m sick and tired of getting the same old thing!” he shouted one day. “Tonight I’ll set my wife straight.”
The next day the men could hardly wait until lunch time to hear what happened.
“You bet I told her off,” the bricklayer boasted. “I said, ‘No more of the same old stuff. Be creative!’ We had one heck of a fight, but I got my point across.”
He had indeed. In front of an admiring audience, he opened his lunch box to find that his wife had packed a coconut- and a hammer.
“The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.”
Jill and Nadine were having lunch and Jill looked a little upset.
“What’s wrong?” asked Jill.
“I’m really worried about myself,” Nadine said forlornly. “My memory has always been a source of quiet pride to me, but lately it’s been failing me. I’m having a hard time remembering things from the mundane to the major.”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” Jill said consolingly, “sounds like you’ll forget all about it tomorrow.”
Always behave like a duck…. keep calm and unruffled on the surface, but paddle like crazy underneath!
Traffic Court Judge: “And, when you crashed into the stop sign, ma’am, just what gear were you in?”
Blonde Driver: “Oh, that’s easy! It was the blue print suit, navy pumps, and matching handbag, your Honor.”
Why do we say something is awfully good? What exactly do we mean by this?
Jill and Nadine hadn’t seen each other in awhile, so they decided to meet for lunch. The talk naturally got around to their respective love lives. Jill confided that there really wasn’t anyone special in her life. Nadine, on the other hand, was beaming about the new man she had found.
“He’s perfect. He’s handsome, and last night when we went out to dinner, he said the four little words I’ve been waiting to hear a man say to me!”
“He said ‘will you marry me’?” Jill asked.
Nadine replied, “No, he said ‘put your money away’.”
Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
The minister’s car wouldn’t start and so he called the garage to come and tow it in for repairs. When the truck driver appeared at his house to get the car, the minister says,
“I hope you go easy on me. You know I’m only a poor preacher.”
“I know,” replied the tow truck driver… “I’ve heard you preach.”
Love the heart that hurts you,
But never hurt the heart that loves you.
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