The only way to have a friend is to be one
Ralph Waldo Emerson
You probably know somebody who is not that happy with their life. I know I do. It is not so much that they suffer from some uncontrollable burden it is more like they have yet to find enjoyment in what goes on around them. I read some place recently that the secret of enjoying life is to surround yourself with positive people.
Of course you can’t do that by standing up and inviting all the positive people to gather around. In my experience we can’t buy friends, demand their friendship or the like, we have to earn our friendships. I know one thing our relationships will not grow if we don’t develop a positive approach toward our lives.
Here is a piece I read recently That I think can help grow the kind of friendships that exist for those willing to invest in their own friendliness.
There are four ways, and only four ways, in which we have contact with the world. We are evaluated and classified by these four contacts - what we do, how we look, what we say, and how we say it
She said, when my granddaughter, Ann, was 9-years-old, she was given an assignment by her teacher to write a story on "Where my family came from." The purpose was to understand your genealogy.
I was not aware of her assignment when she asked me at the dining room table one night, "Grandma, where did I come from?"
I responded quite nervously because my son and daughter-in-law were out of town and I was stalling until they returned home, "Well, honey, the stork brought you."
"Where did Mom come from then?"
"The stork brought her, too."
"OK, then.... where did you come from?"
"The stork brought me too, dear."
"Okay, thanks, Grandma."
I did not think anything more about it until two days later when I was cleaning Ann's room and read the first sentence of her paper. . .
"For three generations there have been no natural births in our family."
"No husband has ever been shot while doing the dishes."
My friend and I joined a weight-loss organization. At one meeting the instructor held up an apple and a candy bar.
"What are the attributes of this apple," she asked, "and how do they relate to our diet?"
"Low in calories" and "lots of fiber," were among the answers.
She then detailed what was wrong with eating candy, and concluded, "Apples are not only more healthful but also less expensive. Do you know I paid fifty-five cents for this candy bar?" We stared as she held aloft the forbidden treat.
From in back of the room a small voice spoke up. "I'll give you seventy-five cents for it."
Talk is Cheap - until you hire a lawyer.
Mary: Were your parents upset when you got a divorce?
Jill: Well, you know how parents are. My mother said, "SO! Is this how it's going to be? Just one man after another for the rest of your life?"
Mary: Typical! What did you tell her?
Jill: I said, "Gee, I hope so!"
When you are looking for obstacles, you can’t find opportunities.
J. C. Bell
A husband was with his wife when she decided to buy something for their daughter-in-law at an exclusive lingerie shop. Inside, the husband was feeling very out of place when a beautiful clerk asked if she could help him.
In a cocky manner, he asked, "Where are all the men's clothes?"
In a demure voice the clerk replied, "All of these clothes *are* for men, sir."
It is what we think we know already that often prevents us from learning.
A salesman was trying to talk a farmer into buying a bicycle, but was meeting with considerable sales resistance. "Shucks, I'd sooner spend my money on a cow," said the farmer.
"Ah," replied the salesman, "but think how silly you'd look riding around on a cow."
"Humph!" retorted the farmer. "Not near as silly as I'd look trying to milk a bicycle!"
A husband is a man who wishes he had as much fun when he goes on business trips as his wife thinks he does.
Three people were trying to get into heaven. Peter asked the first, "Who's there?" "It's me, Albert Jones," the voice replied. St. Peter let him in.
Then St. Peter asked the second one the second same question, "Who's there?" "It's me, Charlie Jones." And St. Peter let him in.
Finally he turns to the third, asking the same question, "Who's there?" "It is I, Verla Chapman,"
answered the third.
"Oh, great," muttered St. Peter. "Another one of those English teachers."
There are two kinds of people in this life. Those who walk into a room and say, 'Well, here I am.' And those who walk in and say, 'Ahh, there you are.' Let us each strive to be an 'Ahh, there you are' person'
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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