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The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o' clcok, with her hair fashionably coifed and her make up perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved into a nursing home today.
Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the loby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuverd her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheet that had been hung on her window.
I love it, she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room... just wait.
That doesn't have anything to do with it, she replied. Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Wheather 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 put in.
So my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories.
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1- Free your heart from hatred.
2- Free your mind from worries.
3- Live simple.
4- Give more.
5- Expect less.
FAMILY
Are you aware that if you died tomorrow, the company that we work for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we leave behind will fell the loss for the rest of their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?
NOW GO TELL YOUR FAMILY YOU LOVE THEM!
Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the loby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuverd her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheet that had been hung on her window.
I love it, she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room... just wait.
That doesn't have anything to do with it, she replied. Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Wheather 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 put in.
So my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories.
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1- Free your heart from hatred.
2- Free your mind from worries.
3- Live simple.
4- Give more.
5- Expect less.
FAMILY
Are you aware that if you died tomorrow, the company that we work for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we leave behind will fell the loss for the rest of their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?
NOW GO TELL YOUR FAMILY YOU LOVE THEM!
