An old famer wrote to his son in prison. "This year i won't be able to plant potatoes because i can't dig the ground. I know if you were here you would help me." The son wrote back "Dad don't think of diging the ground because that's were i buried the guns." Police read the letter and the very next day the whole field was dug by police looking for guns but nothing was found. The next day the son wrote again. "Now plant your potatoes dad, its the best way i can do fr0m here. :-) nice one!
The art of being happy lies in the power of finding joy in ordinary things. Life does not force us to be the best; It only asks that we try our very best as we possibly can. Remember this old italian wish: "vive bene, spesso i'amore, di risata molto" (live well, love much, laugh often)