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Food for Thought

I was looking through my old journals this afternoon trying to find a certain story I wanted to use for a blog post, and instead of the desired story I found this list from May 14, 1993. It’s just as pertinent today as it was back then.
  1. Compliment three people every day.
  2. Watch the sunrise at least once a year.
  3. Be the first to say “Hello.”
  4. Live beneath your means.
  5. Treat your child like you want to be treated.
  6. Never give up on your child. Miracles happen.
  7. Forget the Joneses.
  8. Never deprive your child of hope. It may be all he has.
  9. Pray not for things, but for wisdom and courage.
  10. Be tough-minded but tenderhearted.
  11. Be kinder than necessary.
  12. Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.
  13. Keep your promises.
  14. Learn to show cheerfulness, even when you don’t feel like it.
  15. Remember that overnight success usually takes 15 years.
  16. Leave everything better than you found it.
  17. Remember that winners do what losers don’t want to.
  18. When you arrive at your job in the morning, let the first thing you say brighten everyone’s day.
  19. Don’t rain on people’s parades.
  20. Never waste an opportunity to tell your child you love them.
Taken from Life’s Little Instruction Book, 1991, by H. Jackson Brown.

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