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 Three Simple Rules
1. If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. 2. If you don’t ask, the answer will always be no. 3. If you don’t step forward, you will always be in the same spot. So go for what you want, ask questions, and take that step forward, because you never know where it might lead. by Author Unknown  Gardens Of The Heart
The toys and blocks with which we play, Are houses, lands, and gold; Their values quickly pass away, As does a tale that’s told. But kindly gracious deeds abide, Their wealth will not depart; Their flowers of joy are multiplied, In gardens of the heart. by Charles Russell Wakeley  Hold Fast To Dreams
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. by Langston Hughes: “Dreams” (1929) James Mercer ‘Langston’ Hughes was born on 1 February 1902 in Joplin, Missouri, United States of America. He became a poet, a novelist, a columnist, and an editor. James Mercer ‘Langston’ Hughes passed on at 65 years of age on 22 May 1967 in New York City, New York, United States of America.  See It Through
When you’re up against a trouble, Meet it squarely, face to face; Lift your chin and set your shoulders, Plant your feet and take a brace. When it’s vain to try to dodge it, Do the best that you can do; You may fail, but you may conquer, See it through! Black may be the clouds about you And your future may seem grim, But don’t let your nerve desert you; Keep yourself in fighting trim. If the worst is bound to happen, Spite of all that you can do, Running from it will not save you, See it through! Even hope may seem but futile, When with troubles you’re beset, But remember you are facing Just what other men have met. You may fail, but fall still fighting; Don’t give up, whate’er you do; Eyes front, head high to the finish. See it through! by Edgar A. Guest Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.  I Hope You Do!
I hope you woke up this morning with a big smile on your face I hope the sun is shining just for you and the birds are singing their very best songs . . . I hope your coffee is hot and tastes just right and the cats are purring contentedly, and the mailman waves a cheery hello and there are no bills in the mailbox . . . I hope just everything goes your way . . . I hope everything is well with your world, a place for everything and everything in its place . . . I hope you can enjoy all you do and you are complimented on the way you look and you can laugh and talk and share to your heart’s content I hope you have all you wish for yourself and those dear to you, and all your dreams come true . . . At the end of the day I wish you a perfect moon shining just for you, a snug and cozy bed with the softest of pillows and I hope you sleep like a lamb with a smile on your face . . . I hope you have a perfect end to the perfect day and I hope that every day is just as wonderful in its own way I hope your day is . . . filled with love! by Author Unknown  Rules For Better Living
Always wear sensible shoes. Watch the sunrise at least once a year. Be the first to say, “Hello.” Live beneath your means. Treat everyone like you want to be treated. Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen. Never deprive someone of hope. It may be all they have. Pray not for things, but for wisdom and courage. Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated. Keep your promises. Learn to show cheerfulness, even when you don’t feel like it. Remember that overnight success usually takes years to attain. Leave everything better than you found it. Remember that winners are those who do what losers don’t want to do. When you arrive at your job in the morning, let the first thing you say brighten everyone’s day. Don’t rain on other people’s parades. Never waste an opportunity to tell someone that you love them. Said hello to a random stranger. Some people might give you a weird look, but you never know when you’re missing out on meeting someone amazing because of words unspoken. by Author Unknown  Influence
Drop a pebble in the water, And its ripples reach out far; And the sunbeams dancing on them May reflect them to a star. Give a smile to someone passing, Thereby making his morning glad; It may greet you in the evening When you own heart may be sad. Do a deed of simple kindness; Through its end you may not see, It may reach, like widening ripples, Down a long eternity. by Joseph Norris  Suppose
Suppose your mind a garden were, All ready for the spring, And everything you planted there Would soon be blossoming. Suppose that evil thoughts were weeds That rankly grew apace, And every dream of selfish deeds Should blossom in disgrace; While every impulse to be kind, To ease some other’s woes. Should bud and blossom in your mind A fair and fragrant rose. Suppose that every idle whim. And every thought of scorn. Should find its fruitage in a grim And poison-laden thorn; While every purpose to uplift Your soul from sordid ways Should burst into a snow-white drift Of tender lily-sprays. ’Tis surely with no danger fraught Supposing things like this - And maybe here’s a seed of thought To flower forth in bliss. by John Kendrick Bangs: “Songs of Cheer” (1910); type of work: collected poems by a single author in book form John Kendrick Bangs was born on 27 May 1862 in Yonkers, New York, United States of America. He became a writer, a satirist, an editor, and a lecturer. John Kendrick Bangs passed on at 59 years of age on 21 January 1922 in Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America.  “So long as you live and in whatever circumstances the kaleidoscope of life may place you, think for yourself and act in accordance with the conclusions of that thinking; avoid so far as possible drifting with the current of the mob or being too easily influenced by the outward manifestation of things. Take your own look beneath the surface and don’t trust others to look for you. If you will follow this rule consistently, I am sure you will keep out of much trouble, will make the most out of your life and, what is more, will contribute most of value to the community life.”
-Frank B. Jewett: as quoted in ’Think for Yourself’ published in the “Indiana Telephone News” (1940), Volume 30, page 21 Frank Baldwin Jewett was born on 5 September 1879 in Pasadena, California, United States of America. He became a physicist. As an engineer for the American Telegraph and Telephone Company, he perfected transatlantic radio telephony using a vacuum-tube transmitter. He was a president of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers, and the first president of Bell Labs. Frank Baldwin Jewett passed on at 70 years of age on 18 November 1949 in Summit, New Jersey, United States of America.  Seeds Of Kindness
Scatter seeds of kindness, Everywhere you go; Scatter bits of courtesy, Watch them grow and grow. Gather buds of friendship, Keep them till full-blown; You will have more happiness, Than you have ever known. Gather every bit of love, All that you can find; With it bind the broken hearts, For love heals all mankind. by Amy R. Raabe Continue scrolling down this website page to read the next article, or click or tap on these words to read “Fun and Learning about Kindness and Good Deeds” gathered by David Hugh Beaumont.  These I’ve Loved
These I’ve loved since I was little: Wood to build with or to whittle, Wind in the grass and falling rain, First leaves along an April lane; Yellow flowers, cloudy weather, River-bottom smell, old leather, Fields newly plowed, young corn in rows, Back country roads and cawing crows, Stone walls with stiles going over, Daisies, Queen Anne’s Lace, and clover Night tunes of crickets, frog songs, too, Starched cotton cloth, the color blue, Bells that ring from white church steeple, Friendly dogs and friendly people. by Elizabeth-Ellen Long  Let Us Be Kind
Let us be kind; The way is long and lonely, And human hearts are asking for this blessing only - That we be kind. We cannot know the grief that men may borrow, We cannot see the souls storm-swept by sorrow, But love can shine upon the way today, tomorrow - Let us be kind. Let us be kind; This is a wealth that has no measure, This is of heaven and earth the highest treasure - Let us be kind. A tender word, a smile of love in meeting, A song of hope and victory to those entreating, A glimpse of God and brotherhood while life is fleeting - Let us be kind. Let us be kind; Around the world the tears of time are falling, And for the loved and lost these human hearts are calling - Let us be kind. To age and youth let gracious words be spoken, Upon the wheel of pain so many weary lives are broken, We live in vain who give no tender token - Let us be kind. Let us be kind; The sunset tints will soon be in the west, Too late the flowers are laid then on the quiet breast - Let us be kind. And when the angel guides have sought and found us, Their hand shall link the broken ties of Earth that bound us, And Heaven and home shall brighten all around us - Let us be kind. by W. Lomax Childress Walter Lomax Childress was born on 26 September 1867 in Roanoke County, Virginia, United States of America. He became a Christian protestant minister, a writer, a hymnist, and a poet. Walter Lomax Childress passed on at 69 years of age on 4 October 1936 in Singers Glen, Rockingham County, Virginia, United States of America.  Creating A Day Worth Living
1. Get up early. 2. Express gratitude for what you have. 3. Do something productive. 4. Do something fun. 5. Do something for someone else. 6. Get some sunlight. 7. Exercise - it doesn’t matter what - just do some exercise. 8. Put a smile on someone’s face. 9. Compliment someone. 10. Learn or do something new. by Author Unknown  Each Day Is A Gift
The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised, and dignified lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. “Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room . . . just wait.” “That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged, it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It is a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life.” She went on to explain, “Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from it what you’ve put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in your bank of memories. Thank you for your part in filling my memories bank. I am still adding to it.” by Author Unknown  Winning
It takes a little courage, And a little self-control. And some grim determination, If you want to reach a goal. It takes a deal of striving, And a firm and stern-set chin. No matter what the battle, If you’re really out to win. There’s no easy path to glory, There’s no rosy road to fame. Life, however we may view it, Is no simple parlor game; But its prizes call for fighting, For endurance and for grit; For a rugged disposition And a ‘don’t-know-when-to-quit.’ You must take a blow or give one, You must risk and you must lose, And expect that in the struggle You will suffer from a bruise. But you mustn’t wince or falter, If a fight you once begin, Be a man and face the battle - That’s the only way to win. by Author Unknown: as published in “Telephony” (1913) trade journal, Volume 65, page 126  Tackle The Thing
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done, But he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he tried. So he buckled right in with a trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and did it. Somebody scoffed: Oh, you’ll never do that; At least no one has ever done it”; But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, And the first thing we knew he’d begun it. With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done, and did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure; There are thousands to point out to you, one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you. But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it; Just start to sing as you tackle the thing That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it. by Edgar A. Guest: Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest (1934), page 285 Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.  Taking The Journey
You are beginning a personal journey. At times you may expect the answers to come quickly, but try to be patient; some answers may take a lifetime to be revealed to you. Though you may be a little uncertain now and your confidence may be shaken, you will stand on your own feet soon enough. Your legs will grow to be strong under you; they will take you where you want to go. You’ll make mistakes along the way; a fork in the road may present a path that you later decide was wrong way to go. Take the time to learn from your mistakes, but don’t be too hard on yourself. You are learning to make your own choices, and there is great joy in that. You are a human being who is embarking on the important journey of discovering who you are and what you have to offer. Celebrate your uniqueness, and you will triumph on your life’s journey. by Author Unknown  A Teddy Bear’s Guide To Life
Be quiet and understanding. Stay soft and warm. Be there to absorb the tears. Make life more bearable. Be charming and irresistible. Take opportunities to paws and reflect. Provide a sympathetic ear. Muzzle your temper. Stroll barefoot in the park. Console and comfort others. Always be ready to play. Be available to cushion the hard lumps in life. Provide unconditional love. Never miss an opportunity to hug. Love the simple things in life. Provide a loving atmosphere in your home. Never betray a confidence. Curl up with children for a bedtime story. Be gentle. Avoid garage sales - you might get sold! When thing get grizzly, grin and bear it. Be everyone’s best friend. Be unbearably cute and cuddly. Take every opportunity for a nap. Invite all your friends to a picnic. Be humble and polite. Take a honey break daily. Bear in mind that silence is often the best answer. Provide warm fuzzies for all. Fill an empty spot in someone’s heart. Don’t be overbearing. Cheer up a lonely person. Remember, love bears all things. Always be faithful and true. by Author Unknown Continue scrolling down this website page to read more articles, or click or tap on these words to read “Fun and Learning about Teddy Bears” gathered by David Hugh Beaumont.  Be the Best of Whatever You Are
If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill Be a scrub in the valley - but be The best little scrub by the side of the rill*; Be a bush if you can’t be a tree. If you can’t be a bush be a bit of the grass, And some highway some happier make; If you can’t be a muskie then just be a bass - But the liveliest bass in the lake! We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew, There’s something for all of us here. There’s big work to do and there’s lesser to do, And the task we must do is the near. If you can’t be a highway then just be a trail, If you can’t be the sun be a star; It isn’t by size that you win or you fail - Be the best of whatever you are! by Douglas Malloch *rill: a small stream of water, or a shallow erosion channel cut by the erosive action of water as it runs down a hillside. Douglas Malloch, Senior was born on 5 May 1877 in Muskegon, Michigan, United States of America. He grew up in the midst of logging camps, sawmills, and lumber yards. He became enamored with writing poems and stories about lumbering scenes and eventually became known as the ‘Lumbermen’s Poet.’ He wrote his first poem at 10 years of age, which was published in the “Detroit News.” After leaving school, he took a job on the editorial staff at the “Muskegon Chronicle,” where he remained for 13 years, becoming a reporter and feature writer for the paper. After leaving the “Muskegon Chronicle,” he joined the staff of the “American Lumberman” in 1903 as a syndicated columnist. Mr. Malloch soon became a popular and nationally renowned humorist, lecturer, and radio personality. His column was often written in the form of a poem, and eventually the poems were collected into a series of books, with “In Forest Land” (1906) being his first published book and a national best seller. Douglas Malloch, Senior passed on at 61 years of age on 2 July 1938 in Muskegon, Michigan, United States of America.  True Success
I hope my achievements in life shall be these: That I will have fought for what was right and fair, that I will have risked for that which mattered, that I will have given help to those who were in need . . . That I will have left the Earth a better place for what I’ve done and who I’ve been. by C. Hoppe Carl Thomas Hoppe was born on 22 August 1897 in San Antonio, Texas, United States of America. He became a salesman in a department store and an impressionist landscape painter. Carl Thomas Hoppe passed on at 83 years of age on 15 January 1981 in San Antonio, Texas, United States of America.  You Never Know
You never know when someone might catch a dream from you. Or something you say may open up the windows of a mind that seeks light; The way you live may not matter at all, But you never know, it might. And just in case it could be that another’s life, through you, might possibly change for the better with a better and brighter view, it seems it might be worth a try at pointing the way to the right; Of course, it may not matter at all, but then again, it might. by Author Unknown  Dream Big
If there was ever a time to dare, to make a difference, to embark on something worth doing, it is now. Not for any grand cause, necessarily . . . but for something that tugs at your heart, something that’s your inspiration, something that’s your dream. You owe it to yourself to make your days here count. Have fun. Dig deep. Stretch. Dream big. Know, though, that things worth doing seldom come easy. There will be good days. And there will be bad days. There will be times when you want to turn around, pack it up, and call it quits. Those times tell you that you are pushing yourself, that you are not afraid to learn by trying. Persist. Because with an idea, determination, and the right tools, you can do great things. Let your instincts, your intellect, and your heart, guide you. Trust. Believe in the incredible power of the human mind. Of doing something that makes a difference. Of working hard. Of laughing and hoping. Of lazy afternoons. Of lasting friends. Of all the things that will cross your path this year. The start of something new brings the hope of something great. Anything is possible. There is only one you. And you will pass this way only once. Do it right. Do it right now. by Author Unknown  The Man Behind The Smile
I don’t know how he is on creeds, I never heard him say; But he’s got a smile that fits his face And he wears it every day. If things go wrong he won’t complain, Just tries to see the joke; He’s always finding little ways Of helping other folk. He sees the good in everyone, Their faults he never mentions; He has a lot of confidence In people’s good intentions. You soon forget what ails you When you happen ’round this man, He can cure a case of hypo - Quicker than the doctor can. No matter if the day is gray, You get his point of view; And the clouds begin to scatter And the sun comes breaking thru. You’ll know him if you meet him And you’ll find it worth your while To cultivate the friendship of The “Man Behind the Smile.” by Author Unknown: as published in “The Sandburr” (25 October 1921), Volume 22, Number 3; a newspaper of York, Nebraska, United States of America  How To Change The World When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world. I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation. When I found I could not change the nation, I began to focus on my town. I could not change the town and as an older man, I tried to change my family. Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself, and suddenly I understand that if, long ago, I had changed myself, I could have made an impact on my family. My family and I could have made an impact on our town. Their impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world.
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