An E-Mail from My Brother, The Inventor
Brownie Ala Mode
E-Mail From My Brother
When I was born Joe was 3 and a half years old, while Butch was already ten. That right there should have separated us forever. By the time I was in fifth grade, Butch was entering the Army under the draft.
This letter he sent came from a friend of his, and after you read I am sure you will know what the hub is about.
Copied from the Body of the E-Mail.
One day I had a date with friends for lunch. Mae, a little old "blue hair" about 80 years old came along with them---all in all, a pleasant bunch.
When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups, except for Mae who said, "Ice Cream, please. Two scoops, chocolate.
I wasn't sure my ears heard right, and the others were aghast. "Along with heated apple pie," Mae added, completely unabashed.
We tried to act quite nonchalant, as if people did this all the time. But when our orders were brought out, I didn't enjoy mine.
I couldn't take my eyes off Mae as her pie a-la-mode went down. The other ladies showed dismay. They ate their lunches silently and frowned.
The next time I went out to eat, I called and invited Mae. I ordered lunched on white meat tuna. She ordered a parfait.
I smiled. She asked if she amused me.
I answered, "Yes, you do, but also you confuse me.
How come you order rich desserts, while I feel I must be sensible? She laughed and said, with wanton mirth, "I'm tasting all that is Possible.
I try to eat the food I need, and do the things I should.. But lifeis so short, my friend, I hate missing out on something good.
This year I realized how old I was. (She grinned) I haven't been this old before."
"So, before I die, I've got to try those things that for years I had ignored.
I haven't smelled all the flowers yet.. There are too many books I haven't read. There's more fudge sundaes to wolf down and kites to be flown overhead.
There are many malls I haven't shopped. I've not laughed at all the joke s. I've missed a lot of Broadway hits and potato chips and cokes.
I want to wade again in water and feel ocean spray on my face. I want to sit in a country church once more and thank God for His grace.
I want peanut butter every day spread on my morning toast. I want un-timed long distance calls to the folks I love the most.
I haven't cried at all the movies yet, or walked in the morning rain. I need to feel wind in my hair. I want to fall in love again.
So, if I choose to have dessert, instead of having dinner, then should I die before night fall, I'd say I died a winner, because I missed out on nothing. I filled my heart's desire. I had that final chocolate mousse before my life expired."
With that, I called the waitress over.. "I've changed my mind" I said. "I want what she is having, only add some more whipped cream!"
This is my gift to you - We need an annual Friends Day! If you get this twice, then you have more than one friend. Live well, love much & laugh often - Be happy.
Be mindful that happiness isn't based on possessions, power, or prestige, but on relationships with people we love and respect. Remember that while money talks Chocolate Sings!
Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching. Sing like nobody's listening. Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
Live like your dyin', We all are, after all
I know sometimes my work has numerous points, sometimes no point at all. Well this one is from the heart.
A friend told me, at a very low point in my life, her philosophy and I have used it ever since as my own. We were out after work and she told me why she'd never remarried. She had been young enough when her husband passed away, and she was a truly beautiful inspirational person, inside and out. Her name even was, Joy. To be so beautiful, so loving, and so helpful... And then to have been christened with that name at birth. I will never forget her, I am sure she is out there somewhere.
I was afraid. I had lost everything. I had no future at all. My dream of writing some great American novel was gone as was all hope. I asked her if I had missed my chance at happiness. If I was ruined for good. In the parking lot, underneath the street lamp, she turned to me and laughed. I was crying, and she was laughing. She said:
"Don't be silly. You're still alive aren't you? Of course you haven't missed your chance, or we wouldn't be talking, because you'd already be dead. I can't tell you if you will ever write that novel, or even if you were supposed to in the first place. Or if you do if you'll ever get rich off of it. What I can tell you is what I believe."
What Joy Told Me
I believe that when we are born, a book is opened. On the first page are the details of your birth, the time and the date, the weight and all of the things the Doctors did, and the parents said. On the last page is the date and time of your death. These details of the first and last page are known only to those whose lives are touched by those pages and it is not for us to know our own.
In between the first page and the last are many pages. Some of these pages have already been written for us, or perhaps even by us before we came. Your first day of school, first kiss, car, even your marriage and first child if it is your fate to have these things, you will have them. They are preordained and no matter what you do, or don't do, you will get to these things.
In between there are many blank pages, on these you write the story of your life. Some may accelerate you to those other pages more quickly, sometimes you spend so much time filling in blank pages that you slow yourself from reaching these things. You never lose what you are meant to have, you will get to where you are supposed to be, sometimes you are just on a detour.
It is because we do not know what is on these predestined pages that we must strive to fill the blank ones with every hope, every dream, every aspiration. We must use acts of kindness, good deeds and joys of life to sustain us. We will find our way to those good and bad things that are written no matter what we do. So in between, we might as well fill as many pages with good things as we can. there is enough bad in the world already.
In this way we may direct our energies to attain something we want to have, that is not predetermined. That said, if it is your destiny to be that writer that changes the world you will be, even if you do nothing more. It may be something you have already written, that will not be discovered until after you are gone. If it is not your destiny, but your dream, then you must work harder and fill those pages.
Perhaps your dream will change, you do not know what is written on those other pages, one day you may suddenly see, and say "Oh, that was it all along." You might find you were only a writer so that you could teach someone else along life's highway.
Whatever your destination is, you have not, indeed cannot miss it. No one gets to skip to the last page and read the end of this book. Because we don't know how many pages we have, we never know how close we are until the end.
While you're here, fill up those pages, don't leave any blank with inaction, don't wait idly for life to come to you. Perhaps the novel in you, is you. Don't let it get boring and drag in the middle. Keep the story moving.
We all have to take the chance that maybe our dream is not our destiny, that we have to make it happen for ourselves. Still I don't believe anything happens by coincidence, so sometimes fate will lend a hand. Do not wait for fate, sometimes fate is not kind. Yet maybe, when fate was unkind, it was only so I would find my way. Maybe it was so today, when I received this e-mail, I did not read and delete, I connected the two, and gave them to you.
Maybe that was why I have been given them both, to begin with.
If this has helped you on your journey then it was worth the strange twist of fate that caused me to lose everything, in the first place.
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