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A Smile
A smile costs nothing, but gives much.
It enriches those who receive, without making
poorer those who give.
It takes a moment, but the memory of it some-
times lasts forever.
None is so rich or
mighty that he can
get along without it,
and none is so poor,
but that he can be
made rich by it.
A smile creates
happiness in the
home, fosters good
will in business and
is the countersign
of friendship.
It brings rest to the
weary, cheer to the
discouraged, sunshine to the sad and it is nature¡¯s
best antidote for trouble.
Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or
stolen, for it is something that is of no value to
anyone, until it is given away.
Some people are too tired to give you a smile;
Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so
much as he who has no more to give.
I read... road signs, billboards,
bumper stickers, the backs of
cereal boxes as my grandchildren
eat breakfast, books, magazines and tee shirt
statements. I read while lazily swinging in the
porch swing, laying down and while draped across
my favorite old drab olive green stuffed chair. I
read... the printed word.
That said, I read the T-shirt of a tall lanky, older
woman strolling by that read, ¡°Dream as if you
will live forever¡±. What an intensely profound
Dream: a visionary idea, a mental picture, a goal,
a desire, a purpose, hope, aspiration. A silver
thread of life that binds us to the past, yet moti-
vates us to follow the long long road of life that
lies ahead, leading toward untold open doors and
the fulfillment of dreams.
Looking through memories, I find some dreams
dreamed, but left behind as I grew in years.
However, some were realized, accomplished, done
- and I moved on. Always, it seemed, there was
another dream on the horizon.
It has been a very long period of time since, at
age ten, I announced to my siblings and parents
at the dinner table that the great dream I had for
my future was to work in the circus.
It was with extreme excitement that I ex-
plained how I wanted my own game booth
where I would give cupie dolls, embossed with
silver glitter, as prizes to those who could break
three balloons with three darts.
As I wound down, I was surprised at the reac-
tion of those around the dinner table. Siblings
appeared as statues, their forks suspended. My
parents, their eyebrows arched and extended
into their hair line, stared at me as if I was
some alien dropped into their midst from outer
It was a lesson learned early in life. Not every-
one appreciates the true value of a dream the
same! And no, I did not join the carnival but,
continue to think it would be great fun for a
Over sixty plus years has passed since that
time at the dinner table. There has been a
hope chest full of dreams dreamed. Dreams
for children, homes, fast cars, particular jobs,
the one and only forever soul mate (that one
took a while), attending college and graduating
in my late 40¡¯s, doing something that made a
difference in the lives of others. I am not sure
how many of my dreams were dreams and how
many were goals.
Nevertheless, there is a lingering dream in my
heart of hearts. Every once in a while I take it
out and look at it. Not sure if at my age there is
time enough for the dream to become a reality
in my life.
¡°Dream as if you will live forever¡±. After much
thought I have decided... there is time.
there is in this life
a golden chance for
every soul to follow
the silver thread of life
leading to enduring dreams.
- k
A bar owner in the Old West has just hired a
timid new bartender.
The owner of the establishment is giving his new
hire some instructions on running the place. He
tells the timid man, ¡°If you ever hear that Big
John is coming to town, drop everything and run
for the hills!! He¡¯s the meanest, biggest, nastiest
outlaw who ever lived!!¡±
A few weeks pass uneventfully. But one after-
noon, a local cowhand comes running through
town yelling, ¡°Big John is coming to town!! Run
for your lives!!!¡±
When the bartender exits the saloon to start
running, he¡¯s knocked to the ground by several
townspeople scurrying out of town.
As he¡¯s picking himself up, he sees a huge man
approaching the saloon, probably about 7 feet
tall, muscular, grunting and growling as he walks.
He stomps up to the door, orders the poor bar-
keep inside and demands, ¡°I want a beer NOW!!¡±
He pounds his heavy fist on the bar, splitting it in
The bartender nervously hands the big man a
beer, hands shaking. He takes the beer, rips the
top of the bottle off with his teeth, and downs the
beer in one gulp.
As the poor timid bartender cowers behind the
bar, the big man gets up to leave. ¡°Do you want
another beer?¡± the bartender calls out.
¡°Dang it, I don¡¯t have time!!¡± the big man yells.
¡°I gotta get out of town! Didn¡¯t ya hear Big John
is a-comin??¡±
The Reading Room
2019 June/July
Pg 5 - The Sunshine Express
Treasures From The Inbox
If you get email, you
get stuff. Sometimes
it is spam, sometimes
it is a true gem.
Here is one of those
gems worth sharing:
Morris had just been hired as the new CEO of a
large high tech corporation.
The former CEO who was stepping down met
with him privately and presented him with three
envelopes number 1, 2 and 3. ¡°Open these if
you run up against a problem you don¡¯t think
you can solve,¡± the departing CEO said.
Things went along pretty smoothly, but six
months later, sales took a downturn and Morris
was really catching a lot of heat.
About at his wit¡¯s end, he remembered the en-
velopes. He went to his drawer and took out the
first envelope.
The message read, ¡°Blame your predecessor.¡±
Morris called a press conference and tactfully
laid the blame at the feet of the previous CEO.
Satisfied with his comments, the press, and
Wall Street, responded positively, sales began to
pick up and the problem was soon behind him.
About a year later, the company was again
experiencing a slight dip in sales, combined with
serious product problems.
Having learned from his previous experience,
the CEO quickly opened the second envelope.
The Three Envelopes
Big John
Positively Karen
The message read, ¡°Reorganize.¡±
This he did, and the company quickly rebounded.
After several consecutive profitable quarters, the
company once again fell on difficult times.
Morris went to his office, closed the door and
opened the third envelope. The message said,
¡°Prepare three envelopes.¡±