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The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised
and proud lady, who is fully dressed Each morning by eight o'clock, with her
hair fashionably coifed and makeup Perfectly applied, even though she is
legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years
recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she
smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to
the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including
the eyelet sheets 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. 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:
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