You will have the rest of your life to remember.
But what you have to remember depends on what you do today.
It was a full day yesterday as I ran errands that had been delayed by my various medical adventures. Fortunately what I was able to do was lay the foundation for semi-normal activity in the days ahead.
Since I am once again running behind I will have to provide a Daily from the past again this morning. Here is Ray’s Daily first published twelve years ago.
September 18, 2001
My hope is that you and yours will be able to ride with the difficult times that we face today and in the days ahead. We must do our best to hold our heads high, maintain our optimism, and set a good example, especially for the children.
"To believe in a child is to believe in the future. Through their aspirations they will save the world. With their combined knowledge the turbulent seas of hate and injustice will be calmed. They will champion the causes of life's underdogs, forging a society without class discrimination. They will supply humanity with music and beauty as it has never known. They will endure. Towards these ends I pledge my life's work. I will supply the children with tools and knowledge to overcome the obstacles. I will pass on the wisdom of my years and temper it with patience. I shall impact in each child the desire to fulfill his or her dream. I shall teach."
The first edition of the New York Times was published on this date 150 years ago. Life was simpler then.
I know that at times I will be troubled,
I know that at times I will be belabored,
I know that at times I will be disquieted,
but I believe that I will not be overcome.
Julian of Norwich
14th Century Christian Mystic
I was walking into the casino when I passed a very depressed man sitting dejectedly on the floor by the entrance. Normally, I would have kept walking and minded my business, but something about this individual made me pause. So I stopped and asked him what was wrong. "Oh, I got problems you don't want to hear about," he told me. I persisted. "What kind of problems?" I asked him. He looked up at me and said, "I just got bad news. My wife is very sick and needs immediate medical treatment. I don't have insurance and I have to find the cash to take care of her."
"How much do you need?" I asked.
"$200.00," he responded.
I thought for a moment and then asked the guy, "Look, if I gave you the money to take your wife to the doctor, how do I know you just won't turn around and go into this casino and gamble the money away."
He looked up at me reassuringly and stated "Oh, I got gambling money!"
Senility Prayer: God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones that I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Louise was describing her new apartment to her mother. "Mom, you've got to come and see it. It's gorgeous! Great sitting room and the bedroom is exquisite. The kitchen is a model of efficiency and the bathroom...well, all I can say is...the bathroom is out of this world!"
There was a pause, then her mother remarked, "Isn't that a little inconvenient?"
Upon picking her up for dinner, she said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm feeling a little schizophrenic tonight."
"Good!" I said. "That makes four of us."
Believe it, those were sad days!
In the winter of 1926, Thelma Goldstein from Chicago treated herself to her first real vacation in Florida. Being unfamiliar with the area, she wandered into a restricted hotel in North Miami.
"Excuse me," she said to the manager. "My name is Mrs. Goldstein, and I'd like a small room for two weeks."
"I'm awfully sorry," he replied, "but all of our rooms are occupied." Just as he said that, a man came down and checked out.
"What luck," said Mrs. Goldstein. "Now there's a room."
"Not so fast, Madam. I'm sorry, but this hotel is restricted. No Jews allowed."
"Jewish? Who's Jewish? I happen to be Catholic."
"I find that hard to believe. Let me ask you, who was the Son of God?"
"Jesus, Son of Mary."
"Where was he born?"
"In a stable."
"And why was he born in a stable?"
"Because a schmuck like you wouldn't let a Jew rent a room in his hotel!"
There is no failure except in no longer trying.
A woman was at work when she received a phone call that her daughter was very sick with a fever. She left her work and stopped by the pharmacy to get some medication for her daughter. When returning to her car she found that she had locked her keys in the car. She was in a hurry to get home to her sick daughter, she didn't know what to do, so she called her home and told the baby sitter what had happened and that she did not know what to do.
The baby sitter told her that her daughter was getting worse. She said, "You might find a coat hanger and use that to open the door". The woman looked around and found an old rusty coat hanger that had been thrown down on the ground possibly by someone else who at some time or other had locked their keys in their car. Then she looked at the hanger and said, "I don't know how to use this."
So she bowed her head and asked God to send her some help. Within five minutes an old rusty car pulled up, with a dirty, greasy, bearded man who was wearing an old biker skull rag on his head. The woman thought, "Great God. This is what you sent to help me????" But, she was desperate, so she was also very thankful.
The man got out of his car and asked her if he could help. She said "Yes, my daughter is very sick......I stopped to get her some medication and I locked my keys in my car, I must get home to her. Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car."
He said, "SURE". He walked over to the car, and in less than one minute the car was opened.
She hugged the man and through her tears she said, "THANK YOU SO MUCH.....You are a very nice man."
The man replied, "Lady, I am not a nice man, see, I just got out of prison today. I was in prison for car theft and have only been out for about an hour."
The woman hugged the man again and with sobbing tears cried out loud....."THANK YOU, GOD, FOR SENDING ME A PROFESSIONAL!!!!"
"The pen is mightier than the sword, and considerably easier to write with."
A woman was driving down the highway about 75 miles an hour, when she noticed a motorcycle policeman following her. Instead of slowing down, she picked up speed. When she looked back again, their were two motorcycles following her. She shot up to 90 miles. The next time she looked around, there were three cops following her.
Suddenly, she spotted a gas station looming ahead. She screeched to a stop and ran into the lady's room. Ten minutes later, she innocently walked out. The three cops were standing their waiting for her. Without batting an eye, she said coyly, "I'll bet none of you thought I would make it."
"This is how hope works: it looks for the good in people and situations, rather than finding the worst; it discovers what can be done instead of throwing up its hands at what can't; it considers problems large and small, as opportunities to move forward when it would be easier to quit; it makes us human, helping us find the very best in ourselves for those around us and the situations we face. "
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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