April 15, 2022
Life is like riding a bicycle, to keep your balance, you must keep moving.
As some of us age we find it too easy to stop most of our activities. The problem with doing so is that when we do we misswhat could be some of the best days of our lives. I find there is much left to enjoy so I will keep going.
Stick to it
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill.
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man.
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup.
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit,
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit.
What’s done is done. What’s gone is gone. One of life’s lessons is always moving on. It’s okay to look back to see how far you’ve come but keep moving forward.
Roy T. Bennett
The personnel manager was impressing the applicant with the prospective job.
“We make parts for microscopes. You’ll be required to work with lenses that are ten-thousandths of an inch thick.”
“I can handle it,” the applicant said, “I used to slice meat in a delicatessen.”
A perfectionist is one who takes great pains, and gives them to everyone else.
A mother was telling her little girl what her own childhood was like: “We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.”
The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in. At last she said, “I sure wish I’d gotten the know you sooner!”
Wherever a man turns he can find someone who needs him.
I didn’t know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me, and always she was correct. But it was fun for me, so I continued.
At last, she headed for the door, saying sagely, “Grandpa, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!”
Volunteers do not necessarily have the time; they just have the heart.
Miss Smith and Little Johnny’s father were having a parent teacher conference.
Miss Smith said to Little Johnny’s father, “Well, at least there’s one thing I can say about your son.”
Little Johnny’s father asked, “What’s that?”
“With grades like these, he couldn’t possibly be cheating.”
I’ve seen and met angels wearing the disguise of ordinary people living ordinary lives.
Mrs. Morris Siegel beckoned to a salesman in Bergdorf Goodman’s, pointed to white wool designer dress on a mannequin, and said, “Hey Sonny boy, so how much is the dress on that store dummy over there?”
“That dress is $899.95, Madam,” sneered the rather snotty salesman.
“Oy! For $99.95 I could get the same dress at Klein’s Bargain Store downtown!”
“But Madam,” said the salesman, “You’ll find that the dress at Klein’s is recycled wool. This original is 100% pure virgin wool.”
“Nu! So for $800 I should be caring what the lambs do at night?”
Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.
A wife and her husband attended a very important business party thrown by her boss, where the husband may have had one or two more than he should have. On the way home from the party, the woman said to her husband, “Have I ever told you how handsome and totally irresistible to all women you are?”
“Why no,” said the husband, deeply flattered.
“Then what gave you the idea you are at the party?” she yelled.
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.
Mary Anne Radmacher
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