With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I am on my way early this morning to my annual physical followed by a trip downtown to lunch with my son which is one of my great pleasures. I have a few things to do after that so here is another of the past Dailies.
Ray’s Daily first published on Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Let any man examine his thoughts, and he will find them ever occupied with the past or the future. We scarcely think at all of the present; or if we do, it is only to borrow the light which it gives for regulating the future. The present is never our object; the past and the present we use as means; the future only is our end. Thus, we never live, we only hope to live.
I think Pascal is right on. Too many of us look on the past with nostalgia, bitterness, pride, sadness, or joy. It consumes time that could be spent living in the present. I had lunch with a good friend yesterday who had experienced what appears to be unfair action in the Institution where she works. Fortunately she is not letting “the principle of the thing” steal the opportunity she has each day to rise above the pettiness of others and focus on her own desires.
The same thing happens when we dwell so much on what the future that day after day slip by, days where we might have done something for ourselves. If we can hardly wait for the weekends, we may miss the gifts that may reside in the five days in between. If we are already mentally packing for our next vacation some day in the future, weeks may slip by that hold all kinds of opportunity for mini-adventure, entertainment, and best of all time to spend with others.
Why not start today? Stop on your way home and buy some ice cream, take a walk in a park, go out for dinner, see a show, visit the kids, you get the idea. If you wait until tomorrow you will have lost another opportunity to give yourself the reward you deserve.
Since Time is not a person we can overtake when he is gone, let us honor him with mirth and cheerfulness of heart while he is passing.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I pulled up to a parking meter recently, only to realize I didn't have any coins. As I got out of my car, I saw a meter maid about 6 parking meters away....heading my way.
"I'm just going to go in here", pointing to a nearby shop, "to get some change," I called out to her.
"If there's no quarter in that meter by the time I get to your meter, I'll have no choice but to give you a ticket," she yelled back to me.
Quickly running into a nearby coffee shop, I ordered a coffee. The waitress, seeing the $20 bill in my hand, asked if I had anything smaller.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't"
"Well, it's your *lucky* day then," she said, handing me the coffee and a big smile.
"We don't have any change, so your coffee is on the house! Enjoy!"
The Meek shall inherit the earth.....after we're through with it.
The convent had been presented with a new car, a red Mini Metro, the pride of its breed. Sister Lucy, the only qualified driver, became the chauffer. Every Saturday she would drive the Reverend Mother into town for the shopping.
All went well until a holiday weekend when the town was so packed with people and cars that it became evident that there was no earthly place to park.
"Don't worry, Reverend Mother," said Sister Lucy. "You go into the supermarket and I'll drive around the block until you come out."
Off sped the car, and the Reverend Mother bustled around the store shopping quickly, then rushing back to the curbside. There she stood for five minutes, ten, twenty.
No sign of Sister Lucy. Where could she be?
Eventually the Reverend Mother approached a patrolling policeman.
"Excuse me, Officer," she said. "Have you seen a nun in a red mini?"
"No," replied the officer, "but these days nothing would surprise me!"
I have learned that if you upset your wife she nags you. If you upset her even more you get the silent treatment. Don't you think it's worth the extra effort?
There is a two-letter word that perhaps has more meanings than any other two-letter word, and that is "UP."
It's easy to understand UP, meaning toward the sky or at the top of the list, but when we awaken in the morning, why do we wake UP? At a meeting, why does a topic come UP? Why do we speak UP and why are the officers UP for election and why is it UP to the secretary to write UP a report? We call UP our friends. And we use it to brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver, we warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house and some guys fix UP the old car. At other times the little word has real special meaning. People stir UP trouble, line UP for tickets, work UP an appetite, and think UP excuses. To be dressed is one thing but to be dressed UP is special.
And this UP is confusing: A drain must be opened UP because it is stopped UP. We open UP a store in the morning but we close it UP at night.
We seem to be pretty mixed UP about UP! To be knowledgeable about the proper uses of UP, look the word UP in the dictionary. In a desk-sized dictionary, it takes UP almost 1/4th of the page and can add UP to about thirty definitions. If you are UP to it, you might try building UP a list of the many ways UP is used. It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don't give UP, you may wind UP with a hundred or more. When it threatens to rain, we say it is clouding UP. When the sun comes out we say it is clearing UP.
When it rains, it wets the earth and often messes things UP.
When it doesn't rain for awhile, things dry UP.
One could go on and on, but I'll wrap it UP, for now my it UP to me, so ... Time to shut UP!
Hard work never killed anyone, but why chance it?
Little Johnny's new baby brother was screaming up a storm. He asked his mom, "Where'd we get him?"
His mother replied, "He came from heaven, Johnny."
Johnny says, "WOW! I can see why they threw him out!"
Behind every great achievement is a dreamer of great dreams.
Robert K. Greenleaf
Poor Johnson had spent his life making wrong decisions. If he bet on a horse, it would lose; if he chose one elevator rather than another, it was the one he chose that stalled between floors; the line he picked before the bank teller's cage never moved; the lane he chose in traffic crawled; the day he picked the picnic was the day of a cloudburst; and so it went, day after day, year after year.
Then, once, it became necessary for Johnson to travel to some city a thousand miles away and do it quickly. A plane was the only possible conveyance that would get him there in time, and it turned out that only one company supplied only one flight that would do. His heart bounded. There was no choice to make! And if he made no choice, surely he could come to no grief.
He took the plane. Imagine his horror when, midway in the flight, the plane's engines caught fire and it became obvious the plane would crash in moments.
Johnson broke into fervent prayer to his favorite saint, Saint Francis. He pleaded, "I have never in my life made the right choice. Why this should be, I don't know, but I have borne my cross and have not complained. On this occasion, however, I did not make a choice; this was the only plane I could take and I had to take it. Why, then, am I being punished?"
He had no sooner finished when a giant hand swooped down out of the clouds and somehow snatched him from the plane. There he was, miraculously suspended two miles above the earth's surface, while the plane spiraled downward far below.
A heavenly voice came down from the clouds. "My son, I can save you, if you have in truth called upon me."
"Yes, I called on you," cried Johnson. "I called on you, Saint Francis!"
"Ah," said the heavenly voice, "Saint Francis Xavier or Saint Francis of Assisi. Which?"
Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It's not a day when you lounge around doing nothing, it's when you've had everything to do and you've done it!
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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