Thursday, March 17, 2022

A real son of St. Patrick

Today, I’m going in search of a corned beef sandwich. And maybe I'll have a wee sip of Jameson’s tonight.

One of my friends, who is as Irish as Irish gets, has a remarkable frame of mind. It’s inevitably optimistic, relentlessly looking for opportunities to help others. He’s the kind of fellow who plans to do good things during his down time — the time he has to sit still undergoing chemotherapy.

I asked him how he keeps that frame of mind.

He replied: “The dividends of the smallest acts of kindness are immense. No better investment in this world.”

My friend’s health problems are serious. But instead of thinking of himself, he’s grateful he feels well enough to do things for others.

If that’s Irish, I want to be Irish.

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