The art of being happy requires extracting happiness from common things.
Hello Happiness Fans,
Next week is one of the more memorable days of the year, Thanksgiving. It may be a mixed blessing with all of the current regulations impeding our regular family gatherings. Hopefully, in a few months, the restrictions will only be a memory with the promised vaccine. Still, our happiness is influenced by our gratefulness, and to build on our happiness is especially challenging this year. If you make it a point to thank someone who least expects to hear from you, you will be making two persons happier. Being grateful is one of the essential components of increasing our happiness.
Speaking of being grateful, I want to thank you for allowing me to reach out to you in my newsletter. You are a significant part of my author's happiness. This week's newsletter is all about the humorous side of Thanksgiving and giving back. I do hope you will enjoy it as much as I did, putting it together.
One of the happier days in an author's life is the day they release their next book. I wanted to share some of this happiness with you by giving away 20 copies today (no charge) to celebrate. This particular book may be of little interest to you since many of you joined the newsletter through the Happiness Quiz. But I promise you its contents can change your life as it did mine if you go for it.
In July, I released my book 90 Days to Your First Real Estate Investment Purchase. It describes how I built a multimillion-dollar real estate portfolio. The book gives you step-by-step instructions even if you have little money or, like so many people today, are on a shoestring budget thanks to all these shutdowns. It just may be the answer you need to rebuild your finances with a beautiful source of passive income – no gimmicks.
The audiobook was released on Tuesday of this week. It runs for about six and a half hours. A professional book narrator wonderfully narrates it, so it is easy to listen to. Now here is the special news – I am giving away 20 copies of the new audio version. All you need to do is email me with the word "audiobook" on the subject line. I will then reply with the Amazon link and the code you need to download your free copy. There are only 20 no-cost copies available, so it is first-come, first-served. Just shoot me an email, and I will respond right away. Of course, I will always be available to answer questions and guide you along the way should you need help.
"My son asked if people' kiss under the cameltoe'? Even typing this, I burst out laughing." ― Leah Redekopp
"When my son was maybe 7 or 8, he asked me, 'Why do I always see signs that say 'penny saliva' everywhere?' I had no idea what he was talking about until he pointed one out to me. We live in Pennsylvania." ― Erica Graham
"Both my children were in tears upon discovering Grand Rapids, Michigan, was NOT full of enormous bunnies ― 'Grand RABBITS' was how they had been pronouncing it." ― Elspeth Bretton
I'm not saying that my daughter is overly dramatic. I'm just reminding you that she calls tears "wet drops of sad."-- Kim Bongiorno
When Ken and Lydia were given a turkey to raise for Thanksgiving, Lydia took on the responsibility with enthusiasm. She fed it, talked to it, and, far ahead of time, invited both sets of parents to the big dinner. As the days drew closer to the holiday, though, Lydia became quieter and quieter. Finally, on the day before the big feast, Lydia burst into tears and told Ken, "I can't do it." Ken calmed her and promised to take care of everything. After a short while, he went outside, returned with a limp turkey under his arm, trailing a whiff of chloroform. Putting the bird in the refrigerator, he suggested they go to bed and deal with dinner preparations in the morning.
The next day, Lydia woke early and went into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door and out flapped the turkey. Her screams brought Ken rushing down to find his wife on the floor in a dead faint and the turkey tottering unsteadily around the room. When Lydia revived, Ken had put the turkey out in the yard, where it lived out its life free from stress and fear of extinction. As for us, we decided to go out to eat. No one ordered turkey.
Being someone who took Christmas very seriously and being slightly tired, Clarence was not in a particularly good mood. Going to check in his luggage (which, for some reason, had become one suitcase with entirely new clothes), he saw some mistletoe hanging. Not real mistletoe, but very cheap imitation with red paint on the rounder parts and green paint on the flatter and pointier parts, that could be taken for mistletoe only in a very Picasso sort of way.
With a considerable degree of annoyance and nowhere else to vent it, he said to the attendant, "Even if I were not married, I would not want to kiss you under such a gross mockery of mistletoe."
"Sir, look more closely at where the mistletoe is hanging," mentioned the attendant.
"Ok, I see that it's above the luggage scale, which is the place you'd have to step forward for a kiss," responded the traveler.
The attendant answered, "That's not why it's there."
"Ok, I give up," muttered the annoyed man. "Then, why is it there?"
To which the attendant replied, "It's there so you can kiss your luggage goodbye."
John Fitzgerald Kennedy: Late American president "As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them." -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Wishing you all a happy and healthy Thanksgiving. Remember my offer of the no cost audiobook to the first twenty people who contact me. I would love to get them into your hands. Well until next Friday then . . .