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Jerry
Jerry is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in
a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone
would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were
any better, I would be twins! " He was a unique manager because
he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant
to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because
of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was
having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to
look on the positive side of the situation. Seeing this style
really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked
him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all
of the time.ow do you do it?" Jerry replied, "Each morning
I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you have two choices today.
You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in
a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something
bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn
from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to
me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or 1
can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive
side of life. "Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.
- "Yes, it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about
choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a
choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how
people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood
or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live life.
I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant
industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often
thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of
reacting to it.Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something
you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left
the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by
three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand,
shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers
panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly
and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery
and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital
with fragments of the bullets still in his body. I saw Jerry
about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he
was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna
see my scars?" I declined to see his wounds, but did ask
him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was that I should
have locked the back door, Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay
on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose
to live or I could choose to die. I chose to live. "Weren't
you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked. Jerry
continued, "...the paramedics were great. They kept telling
me I was
- going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and
I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses,
I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'.
I knew I needed to take
- action." "What did you do?" I asked. "Well,
there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said
- Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything.'Yes'
I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited
for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled,'Bullets!' Over
their laughter, I told them,'I am
- choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."
Jerry lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because
of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we
have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.
-
- By: unknown
How
to be Unpopular (an essay)
-
- Have you ever looked over to "what's his name"
and thought to yourself, "How long has he been in this class?"
You too can be this invisible, merely by following a simple set
of rules: talk above people's heads, join an antisocial organization,
never make eye contact in the halls, don't move on the bus.
-
- First, avoid conversation at all costs. When not possible,
talk above people's heads. Wonderful discussion suggestions include
"the continuing evolution of the particle physics,"
or "the simplicity of Einstein's Theory of Relativity."
People generally after the boredom of non-comprehension sets
in, the person attempting dialogue should wander away to find
amusement elsewhere.
-
- Second, you should go and join a small organization. The
purpose of this is, of course, not to meet new people, but rather
to escape the cafeteria. This overcrowded grazing area is, all
too often, a spawning ground for social activity. Small, little-known
organizations generally provide a separate room, well hidden
within the shadows in order to eat away from the masses. While
in these "fortresses of solitude," you may complain
about the hordes beyond the door, or simply hunch over your food,
growling defensively while eyeing the other club members with
suspicion.
-
- Third, don't make eye contact in the halls. Try not to even
think of the hall dwellers as humans, but rather as trees in
a forest. Even better than this is envisioning them as slow-moving
(or worse, stationary) pylons to be navigated around. If you
don't acknowledge their existence they usually don't acknowledge
yours.
-
- Lastly, when on the bus, stay still. Choose a seat close
to the front; this is often away from the more talkative individuals.
Next position yourself so that you are staring out of the front
or side window. You needn't be observing anything in particular
it is merely a sign of disinterest. Then remain motionless for
the entire ride. If possible, don't blink. It is not likely that
you will be called upon to share your opinion and ideas when
you are believed to be dead. If you know how, slowing down your
breathing and heart rate won't hurt either.
-
- Being unpopular is easy, just follow these simple rules and
you will be shunned in no time.
-
- By: Liam
Moonlight
Ride
-
- Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.
- For once in her life 'twas on the right side of town.
- She unpacked her things with such great ease.
- As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.
-
- How wonderful it was to have her own room.
- School would be starting, she'd have friends over soon.
- There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy
- It's just the way she wanted her life to be.
-
- On the first day of school, everything went great.
- She made new friends and even got a date!
- She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to
be,
- Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"
-
- To be known in this school you had to have a clout,
- And dating this guy would sure help her out.
- There was only one problem stopping her fate.
- Her parents had said she was too young to date.
-
- "Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.
- They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"
- Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
- Her parents frowned but said, "All right."
-
- Excited, she got ready for the big event
- But as she rushed around like she had no sense,
- She began to feel guilty about all the lies,
- But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?
-
- Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,
- But the moonlight ride would have to wait.
- For Jeff was half drunk by this time.
- But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.
-
- Then the room filled with smoke and Jeff took a puff.
- Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.
- Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point
- But only after he'd smoked another joint.
-
- They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,
- Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.
- They finally made it to the point at last,
- And Jeff started trying to make a pass.
-
- A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all
- (and by a pass, I dont mean playing football).
- "Perhaps my parents were right....maybe I am too young.
- Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb."
-
- With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away:
- "Please take me home, I dont want to stay."
- Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas.
- In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.
-
- As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger,
- Jenny knew that her life was in danger.
- She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,
- But he just got faster as they neared the town.
-
- "Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied.
- I really went out for a moonlight ride."
- Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.
- "Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"
-
- She doesn't remember the force of impact.
- Just that everything all of a sudden went black.
- She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,
- And heard, "Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!"
-
- Voices she heard...a few words at best.
- But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.
- Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,
- And if the people in the other car were alive.
-
- She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
- "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
- These voices echoed inside her head,
- As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.
-
- They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do.
- But it looks as if we'll lose you too."
- "But the people in the other car!?" Jenny cried.
- "We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."
-
- Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done
- I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
- "Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,
- And wish I could return their families to them."
-
- "Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,
- And that it's my fault so many have died.
- Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"
- The nurse just stood there ~ she never agreed.
-
- But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes
- And a few moments later Jenny died.
- A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best
- To bid that girl her one last request?"
-
- She looked at the man with eyes oh so sad.
- "Because the people in the other car were her mom and
dad."
This story is sad and unpleasant but true,
- So young people take heed, it could have been you.
-
- By: unknown
Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?
- .....as told by many different people.....
-
- MOSES: And God came down from the heavens, and he said unto
the
- Chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the Chicken
crossed the road,
- and there was much rejoicing.
-
- AGENT MULDER: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes.
How many
- more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?
-
- RICHARD M. NIXON: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat,
the
- chicken did NOT cross the road.
-
- JERRY SEINFELD: Why does anyone cross a road? And, why doesn't
anyone
- ever think to ask, "What the heck was this CHICKEN doing
walking
- around all over the place anyway?"
-
- BILL GATES: I have just released the new Chicken Office 2000,
which
- will not only cross roads, but it will lay eggs, file your
important
- documents AND balance your checkbook. Unfortunately, when
it divides 3
- by 2 it gets 1.4999999999.
-
- OLIVER STONE: The question is not "Why did the chicken
cross the road?"
- But is rather "Who was crossing the road at the same
time, whom we
- overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"
-
- DARWIN: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally
- selected in such a way that they are now genetically dispositioned
to
- cross roads.
-
- LOUIS FARRAKHAN: The road, you will see, represents the black
man. The
- chicken crossed the "black man" in order to trample
him and keep him down.
-
- MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.: I envision a world where all chickens
will be
- free to cross roads without having their motives called into
question.
-
- GRANDPA: In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed
the road.
- Someone told us that the chicken had crossed the road, and
that was
- good enough for us.
-
- MACHIAVELLI: The point is that the chicken crossed the road.
Who cares
- why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive
there was.
-
- ALBERT EINSTEIN: Whether the chicken crossed the road or
the road moved
- beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
-
- BUDDHA: Asking this question denies your own chicken nature.
-
- RALPH WALDO EMERSON: The chicken did not cross the road-it
transcended
- it.
-
- ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die. In the rain.
-
- COLONEL HARLAN SANDERS: I missed one?
By: Unknown
We
are the Children of the Eighties
-
- We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first
"lost generation" nor today's lost generation; in fact,
we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it
as we speak. We are the ones who played with Lego Building Blocks
when they were just building blocks and gave Malibu Barbie crewcuts
with safety scissorsthat never really cut.
-
- We collected Garbage Pail Kids and Cabbage Patch Kids and
My Little Ponies and Hot Wheels and He-Man action figures and
thought GI Joe looked just a little bit like I would when I was
a man. Big Wheels and bicycles with streamers were the way to
go, and sidewalk chalk was all you needed to build a city.
-
- Imagination was the key. It made the Ewok Treehouse big enough
for you to be Luke and the kitchen table and an old sheet dark
enough to be a tent in the forest. Your world was the backyard
and it was all you needed. With your pink portable tape player,
Debbie Gibson sang back up to you and everyone wanted a skirt
like the Material Girl and a glove like Michael Jackson's.
-
- Today, we are the ones who sing along with Bruce Stringsteen
and The Bangles perfectly and have no idea why. We recite lines
with the Ghostbusters and still look to The Goonies for a great
adventure. We flip through T.V. stations and stop at The A Team
and Knight Rider and Fame and laugh with The Cosby Show and Family
Ties and Punky Brewster and what you talkin' 'bout Willis? We
hold strong affections for The Muppets and The Gummy Bears and
why did they take the Smurfs off the air?
-
- After school specials were only about cigarettes and step-families,
the Polka Dot Door was nothing like Barney, and aren't the Power
Rangers just Voltron reincarnated? We are the ones who still
read Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, the Bobbsey Twins, Beverly
Clearly, Richard Scarry and The Electric Company.
-
- Friendship bracelets were ties you couldn't break and friendship
pins went on shoes - preferably hightop Velcro Reebox - and pegged
jeans were in, as were Units belts and layered socks and jean
jackets and jams and charm necklaces and side pony tails and
just tails. Rave was a girl's best friend; braces with colored
rubber bands made you cool.
-
- The back door was always open and Mom served only red Kool-Aid
to the neighborhood friends, who never drank the New Coke. Entertainment
was cheap and lasted for hours. All you needed to be a princess
was high heels and an apron; the Sit'n'Spin always made you dizzy
but never made you stop; Pogoballs were dangerous weapons and
Chinese Jump Ropes never failed to trip someone.
-
- In your Underoos you were Wonder Woman or SpiderMan or R2D2
and in your treehouse you were king. In the Eighties, nothing
was wrong. Did you know the president was shot? Star Wars was
not only a movie. Did you ever play in a bomb shelter? Did you
see the Challenger explode or feed the homeless man? We forgot
Vietnam and watched Tiananemen Square on CNN and bought pieces
of the Berlin Wall at the store. AIDS was not the number one
killer in the United States. We didn't start the fire, Billy
Joel.
-
- In the Eighties, we redefined the American Dream, and those
years defined us. We are the generation in between strife and
facing strife and not turning our backs. The Eighties may have
made us idealistic, but it's that idealism that will push us
and be passed on to our children - the first children of the
twenty-first century. Never forget:
- We are the children of the Eighties.
-
- By: Unknown
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