How to Dance in the Rain.

Post 468 ~ ~ ~ Thursday, 19th June, 2008.

Hello My Friends ~~ How is the world treating you? Kindly I
hope. All OK here - I did some more cooking today. Lee's
Meatloaf, cooked in muffin tins. As I have said, no slicing or
breaking and of course the usual vegetables.

My friend Lorraine came over just as I had finished cooking,
and spent quite some time in my back yard weeding, pruning
and tying things up for me. She also gave me a small lemon
tree and planted it, and a rose for me. Unfortunately she is
trying to sell her house and move nearer to her daughter, so
I will miss her a lot. She says she will visit.

Tonight's story is a really nice one that my friend Gwen sent
me. Thank you so much Gwen.
How to Dance in the Rain.

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentle-
man in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his
thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had another
appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it
would be over an hour before someone would be able to
see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided,since
I wasn't busy with another patient, I would evaluate his
wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of
the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove sutures
and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had
another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in
such a hurry.

The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the
nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife, I inquired
as to her health.

He told me that she had been there for a while and that
she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.

As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a
bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was,
that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every
morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"

He smiled as he patted my hand and said,

"She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps
on my arm, and thought :

"That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.

True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been,
will be and will not be.

Life isn't about how to survive in the storm,
But how to dance in the rain.
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Some Irish Smiles. Thank you Sandy

Murphy told Quinn that his wife was driving him to
drink. Quinn thinks he's very lucky because his wife
makes him walk.
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The late Bishop Sheen stated that the reason the Irish
fight so often among themselves is that they're always
assured of having a worthy opponent
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An American lawyer asked, "Paddy, why is it that when-
ever you ask an Irishman a question, he answers with
another question?"

"Who told you that?"
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Question : Why are Irish jokes so simple?
Answer: So the English can understand them.
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Reilly went to trial for armed robbery. The foreman
of the jury came out and announced, "Not Guilty."

"That's grand," shouted Reilly, "Does that mean I
can keep the money?"
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Irish lass customer : "Could I be trying on the dress in
the window?"
Shopkeeper: "I'd prefer that you use the dressing room.
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Finnegan : My wife has a terrible habit of staying up 'til
two o'clock in the morning. I can't break her of it.
Keenan : What on earth is she doing at that time?
Finnegan : Waiting for me to come home.
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Slaney phoned the maternity ward at the hospital.
"Quick," he said, Send an ambulance, my wife is going
to have a baby."

"Tell me , is this her first baby? the intern asked.
"No, this is her husband, Kevin speaking. "
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My mother wanted me to be a priest. Can you imagine
giving up your sex life and then once a week people
come in to tell you the details and highlights of theirs ?
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Working on a homework problem, a young boy asked
his father to help him find the lowest comon
denominator.
"Gosh," said his father, "haven't they found that yet?
They were looking for it when I was a lad."
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From a passenger ship, one can see a bearded man on a
small island who is shouting and desperately waving his
hands. "Who is it?" a passenger asks the captain.
"i've no idea. Every year when we pass. he goes mad."
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At an airline counter, a small boy with his mother told
the agent he was two years old, The man looked at
him suspiciously and asked, "Do you know what happens
to little boys who lie?"

"Yes. They get to fly at half price."
~ ~ ~ Marlene Freedman.
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"Take a pencil and paper," the teacher said, "and write an
essay with the title, "If I were a Millionaire"
Everyone but Philip who leaned back with arms folded,
began to write furiously.

"What's the matter," the teacher asked. "Why don't you
begin?"
"I'm waiting for my secretary," he replied.
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Well, it's time to say Goodnight and get off to bed. Enjoy
the rest if the week and be happy. Love and best wishes
to you all. Cheers, Merle.

Post 468 ~ ~ ~ Thursday, 19th June, 2008.
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