Mid Life Celebration

Some simple numbers to show the possibilities when giving up isn’t an option, and neither is dreaming small dreams.

1. 30,000+:  Number of Monthly Visits
2. Five:  Number of Daily blogs written
3. 200:  jeffnoelmidlife You Tubes uploaded, in past 8 months
4. Hundreds of thousands of Monthly Page Views
5. First:  Google Page display for all five blogs
6. Last:  Where I want to be (humble, least, meek)

Raising enough money to find a cure for an incurable disease.

Impossible is nothing.

Thank you for your visits.  There are enormous plans for Mid Life Celebration. This is just the beginning. Together, we can and will help shape the world in a way that teaches young children personal responsibility, beginning in elementary schools.

Do you look forward to each new day?

I mean, with a joyful anticipation? Not an awful dread.

This can be challenging to say the least. You have to suspect that some readers may not believe I have much experience with Hell, with challenges, problems, obstacles, fear, failure, struggle, grief, agony, hopelessness, strife, worry, doubt.

Do all of you have a ton of experience with these things?  Okay then, I rest my case. We all do. No one is immune.

Then why am I so optimistic and “joyful”?

Great question.  Some people think I’m crazy. A weirdo.  Or, worse, a fake.

It’s taken like 50 years, but, I’m totally cool with it all. Finally.

One of the secrets to being joyful, is so simple, you’re not going to believe it. And it brings great joy to tell you that tomorrow, I’ll reveal January’s “value”.

“One machine can do the work of fifty ordinary men.  No machine can do the work of one extraordinary man”. — Elbert Hubbard

What does it take to be extraordinary?

Is it reasonable to expect to become extraordinary?

Is it even worth it to try to become extraordinary?

What would extraordinary people say to these questions?

What would Earth be like without extraordinary people?

Mid Life and “THE DASH”?  You guessed it!

Here’s a longer entry, due to the nature of this classic story:

THE DASH

I read of a man who stood to speak

at the funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates on her tombstone

from the beginning to the end.

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He noted that first came the date of her birth

and he spoke of the following date with tears.

But he said what mattered most of all

was the “dash” between the years.

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For that dash represents all the time

that she spent alive on earth.

And now only those who loved her

know what that little line is worth.

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For it matters not, how much we own

The cars, the house, the cash.

What matters is how we live and love.

And how we spend our dash.

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So think about this long and hard

Are there things you’d like to change?

For you never know how much time is left.

(You could be at “dash mid-range”).

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If we could just slow down enough

To consider what’s true and real.

And always try to understand

The way other people feel.

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And be less quick to anger,

And show appreciation more.

And love the people in our lives

Like we’ve never loved before.

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If we treat each other with respect

And more often wear a smile.

Remembering that this special dash

Might only last a little while.

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So when your eulogy’s being read

With your life’s actions to rehash.

Would you be proud of the things they say

About how you spent your dash?

–  Anonymous