“I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me, I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be; I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day, as you have meant old friend of mine, to me along the way.”
It is going to be another of those really busy days. Between my workout, an early Kiwanis meeting, a Pacemaker check and a community planning steering committee luncheon there is hardly enough time for my naps. Rather than dip into my limited brain power I am again going the reprint route.
Ray’s Daily first published on August 1, 2005
"Friends. A simple word isn't it? It's uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren't that, they're the people that touch your heart. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They're the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don't judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs and smiles. You're tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thing in the world. I find my time with my friends, the best times of my life. My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun, my laughter, tears, love and my life."
Thanks for being my friend!
I got this in my e-mail from my friend Lucy. I want to share it with you.
Hi everyone! As most of you know, I occasionally share thoughts with you in the form of these narratives. It’s been awhile, but I have some thoughts and want to take a few minutes to share.
Last night we watched a documentary on Mickey Mantle. Being a strong Yankee fan from way back I was, of course, very interested. What struck me overall, was how many times, towards the end of his life, he said “I wasted my life” I could have done so much more.”
This morning, during a discussion with friends, I realized how many of us feel that sentiment “I could have done more.” Most of us do not waste our lives in the way that Mickey Mantle did, but so many times we look at wasted opportunities and think “I could – I should be doing more.”
This may be a simplification, but it occurred to me that there are three types of people: Those who recognize their faults and failings and become paralyzed with guilt – and therefore they do not accomplish anything. Those who do not acknowledge their faults but always try to blame circumstances or other people – and therefore they never improve and rarely accomplish anything. And then those who see their faults and just keep trying – and sometimes they accomplish great things. Actually, I think maybe each of us, at different times, have fallen into each of those three categories.
I’ve said this before, but it is worth saying again – one of my favorite quotes is “Sometimes courage is just the quiet little voice at the end of the day that says I will try again tomorrow.”
Genuine politics -- even politics worthy of the name -- the only politics I am willing to devote myself to -- is simply a matter of serving those around us: serving the community and serving those who will come after us. Its deepest roots are moral because it is a responsibility expressed through action, to and for the whole.
If you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.
If you're a bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you are sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.
If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
Yup...... I want to be a bear!
Being defeated is often a temporary condition.
Giving up is what makes it permanent.
20 Worst Things To Hear At A Nuclear Power Plant
Fission shmission, relax, I'll increase the water level after my coffee break.
Was that "Open valve A and close valve B" or was it the other way round?
This whole plant will be running under Windows tomorrow.
HEY! Is smoke coming out of the core normal?
Who forgot to pay the water bill?
We got 12 seconds to WHAT????
Meet your new plan superintendent: Bozo the clown.
A leak? Can't you fix it with duct tape or something?
Oh yeah! 50 bucks says I can make it blow.
It's Russian technology.
Move over Three Mile Island - here we come!!!
Sniff, sniff.... you smell that?
I used to work at Chernobyl.
All the way to the RIGHT, not LEFT you dummy!
It's your turn to wax the core.
How come all the big shots are leaving?
Is that a 60 minute film crew out there?
Is this part really necessary?
OF COURSE I went to high school. Didn't finish it, though.
Look at the good news: we are going to find out whether people actually glow in the dark.
Life isn't a matter of milestones, but moments.
There was a very gracious lady who was mailing an old family Bible to her brother in another part of the country. "Is there anything breakable in here?" asked the postal clerk.
"Only the Ten Commandments." answered the lady.
"Somebody has said there are only two kinds of people in the world. There are those who wake up in the morning and say, "Good morning, Lord," and there are those who wake up in the morning and say, "Good Lord, it's morning."
"I'm not sure I want popular opinion on my side. I've noticed those with the most opinions often have the fewest facts."
She said: Stopping to pick up my daughter at kindergarten, I found out that the topic of show and tell that day had been parents' occupations. The teacher pulled me aside. Whispering, she advised, "You might want to explain a little bit more to your daughter what you do for a living."
I work as a training consultant and often conduct my seminars in motel conference rooms. When I asked why, the teacher explained, "Your daughter told the class she wasn't sure what you did, but said you got dressed real pretty and went to work at motels."
Forget mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you’re going to do now and do it. Today is your lucky day.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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