Saturday, June 27, 2015

LIFE IS...

"Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. 
Life is beauty, admire it. 
Life is a dream, realize it. 
Life is a challenge, meet it. 
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it. 
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it. 
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it. 
Life is an adventure, dare it. 
Life is luck, make it. 
Life is life, fight for it."
-- Mother Teresa

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

THE CAB RIDE

I arrived at the address and honked the horn,
and waiting a few minutes
I walked to the
door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something
being dragged across the floor.
After
a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in
her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a
print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned
on it, like somebody out of a 1940's
movie.
By her side was a small nylon
suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had
lived in it for years. All the furniture was
covered with sheets.
There were no
clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils
on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and
glassware
'Would you carry my bag
out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase
to the cab, then returned to assist the
woman.
She took my arm and we walked
slowly toward the curb.
She kept
thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I
told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers
the way I would want my mother to be
treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good
boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave
me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'
'It's not the
shortest way,' I answered
quickly..
'Oh, I don't mind,' she
said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a
hospice.
I looked in the rear-view
mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have
any family left,' she continued in a soft
voice.. 'The doctor says I don't have very
long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the
meter.
'What route would you like me
to take?' I asked.
For the next two
hours, we drove through the city. She showed me
the building where she had once worked as an
elevator operator.
We drove through the
neighborhood where she and her husband had lived
when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in
front of a furniture warehouse that had once
been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a
girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow
in front of a particular building or corner and
would sit staring into the darkness, saying
nothing.
As the first hint of sun was
creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm
tired. Let's go now'.
We drove in
silence to the address she had given me. It was
a low building, like a small convalescent home,
with a driveway that passed under a
portico.
Two orderlies came out to
the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were
solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I
opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to
the door. The woman was already seated in a
wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?'
She asked, reaching into her
purse.
'Nothing,' I
said
'You have to make a living,' she
answered.
'There are other
passengers,' I responded.
Almost
without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She
held onto me tightly.
'You gave an
old woman a little moment of joy,' she
said
'Thank you.'
I squeezed her
hand, and then walked into the dim morning
light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound
of the closing of a life..
I didn't
pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove
aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that
day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had
gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient
to end his shift?
What
if I had refused to take the run, or had honked
once, then driven away?
On a quick
review, I don't think that I have done anything
more important in my life.
We're
conditioned to think that our lives revolve
around great moments.
But great
moments often catch us unaware-beautifully
wrapped in what others may consider a small
one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY
WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL
ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM
FEEL

Monday, June 15, 2015

No one believes seniors . . . Everyone thinks they are senile

 
 
An elderly couple was celebrating their fiftieth anniversary. The couple had married as childhood sweethearts and had moved back to their old neighborhood after they retired. Holding hands, they walked back to their old school. It was not locked, so they entered, and found the old desk they'd shared, where Gary had carved I love you, Wendy.

On their way back home, a bag of money fell out of an armored car, practically landing at their feet. Wendy quickly picked it up and, not sure what to do with it, they took it home. There, she counted the money - fifty thousand dollars!
 
Gary said, We've got to give it back.

Wendy said Finders Keepers. She put the money back in the bag and hid it in their attic.

The next day, two police officers were canvassing the neighborhood looking for the money, and knocked on their door. Pardon me, did either of you find a bag that fell out of an armored car yesterday?

Wendy said, No.

Gary said, she’s lying. She hid it up in the attic.

Wendy said, Don't believe him, he’s getting senile

The agents turned to Gary and began to question him. 
 

One said: Tell us the story from the beginning.

Gary said, Well, when Wendy and I were walking home from school yesterday ...

The first police officer turned to his partner and said, We’re outta here!

Monday, June 8, 2015

MEN'S LOGIC

A woman was outside pulling weeds on a hot summer day when her
>>>>> husband walked up and asked her what they were having for dinner.

>>>>> Irritated by the thought of him sitting in the air conditioned house
>>>>> while she labored away on the weeds, she snapped,
>>>>> "I can't believe you're asking me about supper right now!

>>>>> Pretend I'm out of town, go inside and make dinner yourself!"
>>>>> So he went back in the house and fixed himself a big steak,
>>>>> potatoes, garlic bread, and a tall beer.

>>>>> His wife walked in just about the time he was finishing up and
>>>>> asked, "Where's my dinner?"

>>>>> "Huh? I thought you were out of town,"
>>>>>

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

WISDOM WITH AGE

 Wouldn't it be great if we could put ourselves in the dryer for ten
> minutes; come out wrinkle-free and three sizes smaller!
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> Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators.  We haven't met
> yet!
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> The day the world runs out of wine is just too terrible to think about!
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> I don't trip over things, I do random gravity checks!
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> I don't need anger management.  I need people to stop pissing me off!
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> Old age is coming at a really bad time!
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> When I was a child I thought Nap Time was a punishment ... now, as a
grown
> up, it just feels
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> like a small vacation!
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> The biggest lie I tell myself is ... "I don't need to write that down,
> I'll remember it."
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> Lord  grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the
> courage  to change the things I can & the friends to post my bail when I
> finally snap!
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> I don't have gray hair.  I have "wisdom highlights".  I'm just very wise.
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> My people skills are just fine.  It's my tolerance to idiots that needs
> work.
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> Teach your daughter how to shoot, because a restraining order is just a
> piece of paper.
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> If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would've put them on my knees.
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> The kids text me "plz" which is shorter than please.  I text back "no"
> which is shorter than "yes".
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> I like my middle finger best because it always sticks up for me!
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> I'm going to retire and live off of my savings.  Not sure what I'll do
> that second week.
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> I've lost my mind and I'm pretty sure my kids took it!
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> Even duct tape can't fix stupid ... but it can muffle the sound!
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> Why do I have to press one for English when you're just gonna transfer me
> to someone I can't understand anyway?
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> Lord, Give me patience and give it to me NOW.
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> Of course I talk to myself, sometimes I need expert advice.
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> Oops!  Did I roll my eyes out loud?
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> At my age "Getting lucky" means walking into a room and remembering what
I
> came in there for.
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> Chocolate comes from cocoa which is a tree ... That makes it a plant
which
> means ... chocolate is Salad.
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