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This 102 year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably coifed and face shaved perfectly, 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.
It's supposed to end with "Pass this along to five friends and something good will happen to you at 9:27 tonight". I really appreciate the sentiment, but I wish my sister-in-law would quit sending me those chain e-mails.
1) Got that one covered. I couldn't have survived for 20 years in the car business if I held any hatred, toward anyone!
2) Absolutely. Just yesterday, I found myself discussing this very subject with some colleagues. It's important to be concerned about your problems, but to WORRY is a complete and total waste of your time and energy. It produces nothing but ulcers.
3) Proving every day that Thoreau was right.
4 & 5) Just check my signature.
Well, it looks like I'm going to live a longer life than I expected!
I am waiting for like 4 or 5 checks from microsoft. My cousin keeps sending me that chain b.s. all the time, I keep deleting them and nothing bad ever happened to me yet.