I get alot of emails. I get a ton of jokes and quotes and generally funny stuff from my Aunt. I love it because it gives me a smile each day but I pass very few things on because I know alot of people don't want their email cluttered up with this stuff. Today though she sent me something that I really wanted to share and decided instead of emailing my small list of contacts and share with all of you because I think it has a really powerful message. Thank you for reading and thank you Aunt Kathy for sharing something that touches my life.
A 92 year old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by 8:00 with his hair fashionably combed and 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, includint the eyelet sheeets that had been hung on his window.
I love it, he stated with the enthusiasm of an 8 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.
Whetaher 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 our part in filling my Memory Bank. I am still depositing.