May 9, 2022
He who serves the most, reaps the most.
Ray’s Daily first published on May 9, 2005
Here we go, another Monday. I hope you had a great weekend, I did. One of the highlights was hearing from someone who had been gone from the US for sometime, most recently she was on assignment in Egypt. She is a dedicated public health doctor who has now returned to the US and is assisting one of our major cities in their planning for minimizing the effects of a biological terrorist attack.
Besides hearing from Mary and others of you (always a joy), I got to work Saturday as a volunteer at a Special Olympics meet. Two sixth grade girls and I had the job of preparing ribbons for all the participants, the ribbons were presented to the athletes in an awards ceremony after they completed an event. The girls were faster than I and probably smarter. The experience was a double win. First for getting the opportunity to participate in something that is so meaningful to the competitors, they are all great, what they lack in physical and mental skill is way offset by their good hearts. The second thing was the chance I had to spend a little time with a couple of smart caring kids.
Sunday was focused on three-quarters of our family joining together in search of a restaurant that would let ten of us in for Mother’s Day brunch. Today is a full day too, I am scheduled from seven this morning until seven tonight. Of course I won’t be as busy as my doctor friend Annie; she is on hospital rotation in the Intensive Care Unit. I have told you before she is of good heart, and truly provides health care while deeply caring for her patients, it is not easy. My favorite cardiac nurse is back today from a convention in New Orleans where she spent all of her time working and learning, and if you believe that I have something to sell you, now she has to settle back down and manage her staff and do some work. Besides all that one of the Christina’s is off to Poland for a couple of weeks to do whatever it is she does.
Have you noticed these are all females? I do have male friends I just don’t know anything exciting that they are doing at the moment. So let’s do it. Let’s shake some things up this week.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
I thought the word service meant “The act of doing things for other people.”
Then I heard these terms:
• Internal Revenue Service
• Postal Service
• Telephone Service
• Civil Service
• City/County Public Service
• Customer Service
• Service Stations
Then today, I overheard two farmers talking and one said he had hired a bull to “service” a few of his cows. It all came into perspective. Now I understand what all those “service” agencies are doing to us.
The ultimate test of a man’s conscience may be his willingness to sacrifice something today for future generations whose words of thanks will not be heard.
Becky is having lunch with Hannah.
Becky says, “My Morris is just impossible. Absolutely nothing pleases him. Tell me, Hannah, is your Harold hard to please?”
Hannah shrugs and replies, “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never tried.”
There are worse things than getting a call for a wrong number at 4 a.m. It could be a right number.
The lady lawyer approached the jury box and began an eloquent plea for her client: “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I want to tell you about this man. There’s so much to say that is good: he never beat his mother; he was always kind to little children; he never did a dishonest thing in his life; he has always lived by the golden rule; he is a model of everything decent, forthright, and honest.
Everyone loves him and. . . “
Her client leaned over to a friend and said, “How do like that bitch? I pay her good dough to defend me, and she’s telling the jury about some other guy.”
“Originality is the fine art of remembering what you hear but forgetting where you heard it.”
Laurence J. Peter
My friend, Mike, the manager of a grocery store, nabbed a shoplifter in the act. He was escorting the suspect to the office in the front of the store (near the cash registers), when the shoplifter broke from his grip and tried to run.
After a scuffle, Mike pinned him against the wall and looked up to see a number of surprised customers staring at him.
“Everything’s fine, folks,” he reassured them…
“This guy just tried to go through the express line with more than ten items.”
There is no right way to do a wrong thing.
A man was on a walking holiday in Ireland. He became thirsty so decided to stop at a little cottage and ask for something to drink. The lady of the house invited him in and served him a bowl of soup by the fire.
There was a wee pig running around the kitchen, running up to the visitor and giving him a great deal of attention. The visitor commented that he had never seen a pig this friendly. The housewife replied: “Ah, he’s not that friendly. That’s his bowl you’re using.”
One reason it’s so hard to save money is that our neighbors are always buying something we can’t afford
A Sunday school teacher asked her little children, as they were on the way to church service,
“And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?”
One bright little girl replied, “Because people are sleeping.”
It pays to know the enemy – not least because at some time you may have the opportunity to turn him into a friend.
Madge: I do believe in sex on the first date.
Ethel: That’s pretty modern thinking for an 80 year old woman.
Madge: Well, you can never be sure of a 2nd date with an 80 year old man!
“Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.”
Sam Tinkleman sat on the examining table in the office of Dr. Rosenstein, the world-famous urologist.
“My trouble,” said Tinkleman, “is that I can’t pee.”
“How old are you?” asked the doctor.
Tinkleman said, “I’m one hundred and three.”
“Well,” said Rosenstein, “you peed enough!”
In the end, nothing we do or say in this lifetime will matter as much as the way we have loved one another.
Daphne Rose Kingman
Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.
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