Blessed are the compassionate!
Ray Mitchell
The value of compassion cannot be over emphasized. Anyone can criticize. It takes a true believer to be compassionate.
No greater burden can be borne by an individual than to know no one cares or understands.
Arthur H. Stainback
The doctor yesterday warned me that the severe blood loss that I experienced probably has resulted in the return of my chronic anemia due to very low levels of iron. I had a couple of tests then and have another today to determine my blood thinner requirements. Yesterdays results will go to my hematologist and I probably will have to immediately start another series of Iron infusions. Having gotten so many IV’s over the years that does not bother me at all and if that hastens my return to normal energy levels I’m ready. Yesterday as an example I ran out of gas about 10 AM after which time I was useless and retreated to my nap room.
I hope you will forgive me for today using another of the Dailies written some years back, I have a meeting first thing this morning and then off to the hospital for tests and training on my new home blood monitor. At least I’m getting a lot more rest these days and since my brain mush is directly proportional to my energy level I am not getting too bored, just goofy.
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December 3, 2001
My wife Nancy flew to Havana, Cuba yesterday as a member of a Youth Foundation’s humanitarian mission. My diet will not be affected since I always do the shopping and cooking anyway. The only thing I must remember is to make the bed and load the dishwasher before she gets back.
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Last Saturday night Nancy and I, my kids (all over 40), and grand-kids, joined with three generations of two other families that were our neighbors many years ago. We had about 50 people ranging in age from a few months to more than seventy. The only reason I am sharing this is that I sat with one of my daughters’ old school friends that I had not seen in twenty years or so. She shared some positive memories of events that I had totally forgotten. I am beginning to believe that our legacy is the meaningful events that are remembered by others. So often we define ourselves by our own perceptions, or let others judge us, and then believe their criticism. In reality we are probably what others see in us even though they keep their thoughts to themselves. If this is the case it means that almost every human contact we make will add or detract from the legacy we leave behind.
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The person who does things that count, doesn't usually stop to count them.
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Excerpts from some kids’ letters to God:
Dear God, Did you mean for the giraffe to look like that or was it an accident? Norma
Dear God, Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don't You just keep the ones you have now? Jane
Dear God, Who draws the lines around the countries? Nan
Dear God, I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that okay? Neil
Dear God, Thank you for my baby brother, but what I prayed for was a puppy. Joyce
Dear God, It rained for our whole vacation and is my father mad! He said some things about you that people are not supposed to say, but I hope you will not hurt him anyway. Your friend (but I am not going to tell you who I am)
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It's a small world, once you've made the long trip to the airport.
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The chief of staff of the US Air Force decided that he would personally intervene in the recruiting crisis affecting all of our armed services. So, he directed that a nearby Air Force base be opened and that all eligible young men and women be invited. As he and his staff were standing near an brand new F-15 Fighter, a pair of twin brothers who looked like they had just stepped off a Marine Corps recruiting poster walked up to them.
The chief of staff walked up to them, stuck out his hand and introduced himself. He looked at the first young man and asked, "Son, what skills can you bring to the Air Force?"
The young man looks at him and says, "I'm a pilot!"
The general gets all excited, turns to his aide and says, "Get him in today, all the paper work done, everything, do it!" The aide hustles the young man off.
The general looks at the second young man and asked, " What skills to you bring to the Air Force?"
The young man says, "I chop wood!"
"Son," the general replies, "we don't need wood choppers in the Air Force, what do you know how to do?"
"I chop wood!"
"Young man," huffs the general, "you are not listening to me, we don't need wood choppers, this is the 20th century!"
"Well," the young man says, "you hired my brother!"
"Of course we did," says the general, "he's a pilot!"
The young man rolls his eyes and says, "Dang it, I have to chop it before he can pile it!"
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The three major food groups are canned, frozen and takeout.
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Here are some questions asked on forms with interesting answers:
Form: Length of Residence...
Answer: 73 feet
Form: Reason for requesting employment
Answer: Money
Form: Beneficiary
Answer: Wife
Form: Relationship
Answer: Strained
Form: Purpose of withdrawal
Answer: Get money to spend
Form: Person to notify in Case of Accident
Answer: Anyone in sight
Form: Number of employees in your office, broken down by sex
Answer: None that I know of, Liquor is a much larger problem
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Monotony is the awful reward of the careful.
A.G. Buckham
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While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about six years old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, "Are you a police officer?"
"Yes," I answered, and continued writing the report.
"My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?"
"Yes, that's right," I told her.
"Well, then," she said as she extended her foot toward me, "would you please tie my shoe?"
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Pride is what we have. Vanity is what others have.
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A policeman arrives at the scene of an accident, in which a car smashed into a tree. The cop rushes over to the vehicle and asks the driver, "Are you seriously hurt?"
"How do I know?" the driver responds. "I'm not a lawyer!"
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You grow up the day you have your first real laugh--at yourself.
ETHEL BARRYMORE
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Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
Ray Mitchell
Indianapolis, Indiana
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