Tendering
My Resignation
Author Unknown
I am
hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.
I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year
old again.
I want
to go to McDonald's and think that it is a four star restaurant.
I want
to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle, skid rocks across the mill pond
and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want
to roller skate and play ball in the street, play 'Rover Red Rover', 'Hide
and Seek' and ride my iron wheel wagon down the hill.
I want
to think
M&Ms are better than money because
you can eat them.
I want
to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on
a hot summer's day.
I want
to return to a time when life was simple. When all I knew were colors,
most of my multiplication tables, and a few nursery rhymes. All I
knew was to be happy and I was blissfully unaware of all the things that
should make me worried or upset.
I want
to sleep in a tent in the back yard without worry or fear.
I want
to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want
to believe
anything is possible.
I want
to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the
little things again.
I want
to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer
crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days
in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor's bills, gossip, illness,
and the loss of loved ones.
I want
to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, kind words, truth, justice, peace,
dreams, imagination, mankind, and making angels
in the snow.
So here
is my check book and my car keys, my credit card bills and all my statements.
I am officially resigning from adulthood.
And if
you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause...
TAG!
YOU'RE IT!
See
Later... Alligator
We
Never Know Whose Life we are Toughing
Author Unknown
One stormy night,
many years ago, an elderly man and his wife entered the lobby of a small
hotel in Philadelphia. Trying to get out of the rain, the couple approached
the front desk hoping to get some shelter for the night.
"Could you possibly give us
a room here?" the husband asked.
The clerk, a friendly man with
a winning smile, looked at the couple and explained that there were three
conventions in town. "All of our rooms are taken, " the clerk said, "but
I can't send a nice couple like you out into the rain at one o'clock in
the morning. Would you perhaps be willing to sleep in my room? It's not
exactly a suite, but it will be good enough to make you folks comfortable
for the night." When the couple declined, the young man pressed on. "Don't
worry about me; I'll make out just fine," the clerk said. So the
couple agreed.
As he paid his bill the next
morning, the elderly man said to the clerk, "You are the kind of manager
who should be boss of the best hotel in the United States. Maybe someday
I'll build one for you." The clerk looked at them and smiled. The three
of them had a good laugh. As they drove away, the elderly couple agreed
the helpful clerk was indeed exceptional, as finding people who are both
friendly and helpful isn't easy.
Two years passed.
The clerk had almost forgotten
the incident when he received a letter from the old man. It recalled that
stormy night and enclosed a round-trip ticket to New York, asking the young
man to pay them a visit. The old man met him in New York, and led him to
the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street. He then pointed to a great
new building there, a palace of reddish stone, with turrets and watchtowers
thrusting up to the sky. "That" said the older man, "is the hotel I have
just built for you to manage."
"You must be joking," the young
man said.
"I can assure you I am not,"
said the older man, a sly smile playing around his mouth. The older man's
name was William Waldorf Astor, and the magnificent structure was the original
Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. The young clerk, who became the first manager, was
George C. Boldt. This young clerk never foresaw the turn of events that
would lead him to become the manager of one of the world's most glamorous
hotels.
The Bible reminds us that we
are not to turn our backs on those who are in need, for we might be entertaining
angels. Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than the
things you acquire...
You never know whose heart
you may be touching!
