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Hi,
In today's busy world, where we are always on the go and always in a rush, we sometimes overlook the importance of showing our appreciation. It might be that we forgot to take the time to thank a cashier who goes out of her way to help us find a certain item, or an employee may fail to recognize the employer or co-worker who comes in early or stays late to get a job done.
Given our hectic lifestyles, people everywhere continue to make time to lend a helping hand. They go above and beyond the call of duty to help a friend, stranger, or family member. These acts are performed out of the goodness of their hearts. We need to feel we appreciate any little act of kindness.
As we get older, we seem to need more help. So let's not forget to show that we appreciate all those helpers and do gooders. It seems like we all need help at some time or another.
My gem... Tact is the ability to listen to your boss tell a joke, and laugh at it without letting know you told it to him last week.
I dug out an old poem entitled, "Bingo Grandma."
It was written by an old bingo friend of mine, Beavin Parsons.
He was an avid bingo player and he gave me several of his poems. He passed away several years ago, so he's gone but his poems and his wit will always be remembered by all who knew him.
I thought you might enjoy this one.
BINGO GRANDMA
I see her at the bingo game that each of us attend,
Her friendly smile and cheerful ways together neatly blend.
From time to time there's little change she always seems the same
I feel so very close to her and yet don't know her name.
Her hair is always newly done her clothing pastel bright,
From head to toe she shows good taste in purples greens and whites.
She speaks to all her many friends but not in tones too loud,
Perhaps her shoulders sag a bit but ever she stands proud.
She plays six cards with watchful, no help does she require,
Those nimble fingers move with speed seldom tend to tire.
Though others moan at "coming close," her face reflects no blues,
She knows that with a chance to win p there comes a chance to lose.
I listen to her every word as wisdom she will share,
No idle chatter comes from her, each word is picked with care.
This "bingo Grandma," is unique among the folks I've known,
One in a million to be sure - a CLASS that's all her own.
So this salute is given to a lady kind and good,
Who always tries to do things right just as she thinks she should.
Though aches and pains may come her way, she'll say "I'm feeling fine."
and may her years be many more - this girl is eighty-nine.
Hi,
In today's busy world, where we are always on the go and always in a rush, we sometimes overlook the importance of showing our appreciation. It might be that we forgot to take the time to thank a cashier who goes out of her way to help us find a certain item, or an employee may fail to recognize the employer or co-worker who comes in early or stays late to get a job done.
Given our hectic lifestyles, people everywhere continue to make time to lend a helping hand. They go above and beyond the call of duty to help a friend, stranger, or family member. These acts are performed out of the goodness of their hearts. We need to feel we appreciate any little act of kindness.
As we get older, we seem to need more help. So let's not forget to show that we appreciate all those helpers and do gooders. It seems like we all need help at some time or another.
My gem... Tact is the ability to listen to your boss tell a joke, and laugh at it without letting know you told it to him last week.
I dug out an old poem entitled, "Bingo Grandma."
It was written by an old bingo friend of mine, Beavin Parsons.
He was an avid bingo player and he gave me several of his poems. He passed away several years ago, so he's gone but his poems and his wit will always be remembered by all who knew him.
I thought you might enjoy this one.
BINGO GRANDMA
I see her at the bingo game that each of us attend,
Her friendly smile and cheerful ways together neatly blend.
From time to time there's little change she always seems the same
I feel so very close to her and yet don't know her name.
Her hair is always newly done her clothing pastel bright,
From head to toe she shows good taste in purples greens and whites.
She speaks to all her many friends but not in tones too loud,
Perhaps her shoulders sag a bit but ever she stands proud.
She plays six cards with watchful, no help does she require,
Those nimble fingers move with speed seldom tend to tire.
Though others moan at "coming close," her face reflects no blues,
She knows that with a chance to win p there comes a chance to lose.
I listen to her every word as wisdom she will share,
No idle chatter comes from her, each word is picked with care.
This "bingo Grandma," is unique among the folks I've known,
One in a million to be sure - a CLASS that's all her own.
So this salute is given to a lady kind and good,
Who always tries to do things right just as she thinks she should.
Though aches and pains may come her way, she'll say "I'm feeling fine."
and may her years be many more - this girl is eighty-nine.
