March 31, 2022
Be content to act, and leave the talking to others.
We are only here for awhile. During our lifetime we can make a difference in the life of others. We need to care enough to understand the trials and concerns of those we know. It is our empathy and understanding that can help another through trying times.
Here is a short poem that is a reminder of what we can do.
Pass This Way
Through this toilsome world, alas!
Once and only once I pass;
If a kindness I may show,
If a good deed I may do
To a suffering fellow man,
Let me do it while I can.
No delay, for it is plain
I shall not pass this way again.
Don’t wait for the right opportunity: Create it.
George Bernard Shaw
Tom and Darryl were out hunting deer. Tom asked, “Did you see that?”
“No,” Darryl replies.
“Well, a bald eagle just flew overhead.”
“Oh,” responded Darryl.
A couple of minutes later, Tom said, “Did you see that?”
“Are you blind? There was a big, black bear walking on that hill, over there.”
A few minutes later Tom again said, “Did you see that?”
By now, Darryl is getting aggravated, so he says, “Yes, I did!”
And Tom says: “Then why did you step in it?”
The five most essential words for a healthy, vital relationship are “I apologize” and “You are right.”
He said: On my four-year-old daughter’s first trip to Disneyland, she couldn’t wait to get on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. As the car zoomed through the crazy rooms, into the path of a speeding train, and through walls that fell away at the last second, she clutched the little steering wheel in front of her.
When the ride was over, she said to me a little shakily, “Next time, you drive. I didn’t know where I was going.”
A pessimist is one who makes difficulties of his opportunities; an optimist is one who makes opportunities of his difficulties.
Reginald B. Mansell
Visiting St Patrick’s Cathedral on a tour of New York City, my daughter and her children were awed by the sight. The kids were especially curious about the votive candles, so my daughter asked if they’d each like to light one. She explained that is it customary to say a prayer of petition or thanks, and she was careful to tell them that these are not like birthday candles.
“Do you have any questions?” she asked.
“No,” said the five-year-old, “but if there’s a pony outside, it’s mine.”
“I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.”
Mrs. Smith pulled Mrs. Jones out of earshot of the porch, where Mrs. Jones’ lovely young daughter, Linda, sat. “It is really none of my business,” whispered Mrs. Smith, “but have you noticed what your daughter is doing?”
“Why, no. Is she up to anything special?”
Mrs. Smith leaned closer. “Haven’t you noticed? She has started knitting tiny garments!”
Mrs. Jones’ troubled brow cleared. “Well, thank goodness,” she said smiling, “at last she has taken an interest in something besides running around with boys.”
If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.
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