Life and
Your Account
A
92-year-old, 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."
"Yes
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.
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