i was just sending some emails to a few friends. most of my friends are young and i am NOT. i said to one guy who has been a server at one of my regularly frequented restaurants... "i don't want to get on yer Stalker list, but i do enjoy the social part of eating out, visiting and making some nicer friends/ acquaintances that way. i learn from you, and hopefully you get something from my crap too! my Fountain of Youth comes from folks like you who have a different perspective than the OLD FARTS my age who just talk about YESTERDAY... hmmm that was a beatles song and an Nat King COle song, and it was about... yup YESTERDAY, not about our tomorrows, nor even our todays... and i think we should live for... today and tmw, not for yesterday, yesterday we learn from, but tmw we live!..."
and yup, amazing what you/we can offer to each other. Einstein once was quoted to have said:
"Man is here for the sake of other men—
Above all, for those upon whose smile and
well-being our own happiness depends,
And also for the countless unknown souls
with whose fate we are connected by a
bond of sympathy.
Many times a day I realize how much my own
outer and inner life is built upon the
labors of my fellow men, both living and
dead and how earnestly I must exert
myself to give in return as much as I
have received.
Above all, for those upon whose smile and
well-being our own happiness depends,
And also for the countless unknown souls
with whose fate we are connected by a
bond of sympathy.
Many times a day I realize how much my own
outer and inner life is built upon the
labors of my fellow men, both living and
dead and how earnestly I must exert
myself to give in return as much as I
have received.
just a smile from someone you know, or even don't know, can make a difference in a crappy day. think of how many times you might have made someone's day by just smilin. the entry i made the other day about visiting the convent, wow... we made not just the day for some, but the week and even the month or year... some of these gals in the retirement home never get visits, we WERE the VISIT. i remember back when my old great aunt expired (as in died, but folks get nervous when you really say DIED, or DEAD, but 'dirt naps' okay?). i went to texas to close great aunt marion's apartment after she died... she lived in an assisted living home for old catholic ladies. at one point we got on the elevator, and this gal got on, she was somewhere between 60 and 105, but seemingly alert, perky, and with a big smile... we were heading up to aunt marions apartment on the 10th floor. this gal got in elevator, and expressed how she was having to hurry, cuz it was saturday and she had to to up stairs to bake fresh corn bread for her son's visit. 'you know he LOVEs the smell of baking cornbread, and the taste of fresh cornbread, i always bake it for him when he come'... she had a smile, and a glint in her eye, and a purpose... i smiled back. when she got off the elevator, the other folks said quietly, 'her son hasn't been by in over 6 months'... ugh...
leave a message, give a shout, and share... ... and keep smilin.
remember,
'Sanity if for the UnImaginative',
later, dr. g.
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