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GOOD WORDS TO LIVE BY
I have a golfing friend, Ray Moore, who's the one of the happiest people
I know. I asked him one day about his good natured smiles.
He told me the story of why he's so happy. Years ago, while playing
racquetball, he smashed his head against the wall driving bone fragments
from above the eye into his brain. He was a vegetable. He was
lying in his hospital bed and couldn't speak or move. He could hear
and understand people talking to him. The only way he could acknowledge
them was to shed a tear. He felt like a miniature elf locked into
his body. He was so afraid he'd spend the rest of his life like this.
Fortunately, for the grace of God and the skillful surgeons who removed
the bones from the front of his brain, he has fully recovered. He
is so thankful that he makes it his choice to be a happy person.
He is that, and maybe we should all learn a lesson from Ray and make it
our business to be happy and thankful for our blessings.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER
by Erma Bombeck
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was
stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried
much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about
his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer
day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it
melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about
grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and
more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the
earth would go into a holding pattern if I wasn't there.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't
show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished
every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the
only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later.
Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love yous".. more "I'm sorrys"... but
mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at
it and really see it... live it...and never give it back.
====In memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer.====
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