“Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.”
I am writing this on Tuesday before the polls close so I do not know the outcome of our national elections. We will know the names of everyone who will take office in a day or so, but we will not know the results of the choices we made for months until after the office holders begin to fulfill their obligations.
For me one thing has not changed and that is that the ends do not justify using any means available. Sometimes winning, no matter what the price, costs us far too much. I just hope we will not find ourselves looking back with regret for the choices we have made.
Whatever happens the election is now over and our attention can be devoted to other things. For me the realization has set in that it is already November and that is hard to believe. My only benefit is the realization that my procrastination has paid off, I do not need to put my snow brush from the back seat away, nor worry about my winter gloves since they never left my glove box.
I do however need to look forward to staying active during the month, after all it is:
Courage is not the absence of fear, but simply moving on with dignity despite that fear.
After living to a ripe old age, Dr. Smith, a world-famous surgeon, passed away during his sleep one night. He found himself at the back of an extremely long line leading to the Pearly Gates.
After waiting what seemed like an eternity, the surgeon had it in his mind that he shouldn't have to wait in line. He walked up the Pearly Gates and said to Saint Peter, "I'm Dr. Gregory Smith, world famous surgeon. While on earth I saved many lives and cured uncounted illnesses. I don't think I should have to wait in this line."
Saint Peter curtly replied, "Here in Heaven, everyone is treated the same. Go to the back of the line, please."
As he was walking to the back of the line, he noticed a gentleman with a leather bag and a stethoscope, obviously a doctor, walk to the front of the line. Saint Peter waved him right through.
Furious, Dr. Smith ran up to Saint Peter and shouted, "Why did that doctor get to go right through?!"
Saint Peter smiled and said, "Oh, that was the Lord. Sometimes, he just likes to play doctor."
At an optometrist's office: "If you don't see what you're looking for you've come to the right place."
Two old army buddies from WWII met at a reunion.
'How'd you end your career,' asked the first.
'Just like General MacArthur,' replied the other.
'You mean you went out in a blaze of glory?'
'Nope, got fired!'
Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice?"
A star quarterback had to get his grades up in order to play in the big game at the end of the season. His coach knows that this is impossible without some incredible rule-bending. He decides to test them to the limit.
He arranged for the professors who were unhappy with the player's work to create a special test for him. They finally decided on a good, short quiz. They brought the quarterback into an empty room that was filled with books, magazines, calendars, and electronic computing equipment (calculators, computers, etc.). They told him that he would have five hours to complete the one-question quiz. He agreed and they left the room. The profs. check on him every hour and record his progress. At the end of the five hours, they ask him for his answer.
He says, 'Just a minute! I've almost got it!' After ten minutes of this, the profs got agitated and finally yell at him, 'We need an answer! How many seconds are there in a year?' He replies, '12.'
'12?!' exclaim the exasperated educators.
'Yeah, the second of January, the second of February, The second of March...'
I'm not just a gardener, I'm a plant manager.
A group of Florida senior citizens were sitting around talking about their ailments.
"My arms are so weak I can hardly hold this cup of coffee" said one.
"Yes, I know. My cataracts are so bad I can't even see my coffee" replied another.
"I can't turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck" said a third to which several nodded weakly in agreement.
"My blood pressure pills make my dizzy," ...another went on.
"I guess that's the price we pay for getting old," winced an old man as he shook his head.
Then there was a short moment of silence.
"Well, it's not that bad" said one woman cheerfully. "Thank God we can still drive!"
"Law of Volunteer Labor" People are always available for work in the past tense.
The groom to be said to his fiancee, "Three-thousand eight-hundred dollars for a dress that's only going to be worn once?!"
"Who says it's only going to be worn once?"
"Oh? You're planning to get married again? You know you can't wear white the second time!"
"No, but I do plan to have a daughter and she'll wear it on her wedding day. And she'll have a daughter who will wear it on her wedding day. And her daughter will wear it on her wedding day. It will become a family heirloom."
"I'll bet your mother never bought such an extravagant dress."
"Oh yeah? Well, she did too, smarty!"
"Okay, then why don't you wear hers?"
"Who wants to get married in that old thing?"
“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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