I received this e-mail and thought it was so good I would share it.
A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully
dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably
coifed
and shaved perfectly applied, even though he is legally blind, moved
to
a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away,
making
the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby
of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.
As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual
description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had
been
hung on his window.
"I love it," he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old
having just been presented with a new puppy.
"Mr.. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," he replied.
"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like
my
room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. it's how
I
arrange my mind. I already decided to love it "It's a decision I make
every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in
bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no
longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new
day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in
my life.
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the
bank
account of memories! . Thank you for your part in filling my Memory
bank. I am still depositing."
Remember the five simple rules to be
happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully
dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably
coifed
and shaved perfectly applied, even though he is legally blind, moved
to
a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away,
making
the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby
of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.
As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual
description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had
been
hung on his window.
"I love it," he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old
having just been presented with a new puppy.
"Mr.. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," he replied.
"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like
my
room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged. it's how
I
arrange my mind. I already decided to love it "It's a decision I make
every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in
bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no
longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new
day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in
my life.
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in.
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the
bank
account of memories! . Thank you for your part in filling my Memory
bank. I am still depositing."
Remember the five simple rules to be
happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
