A 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 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 manoeuvered her walker
to the elevator, the staff member 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 yet"
"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 difficulties 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 Iv'e stored away... just for this time in my life.
Old age is like a bank account ... you withdraw from it what you've put in. So, my advice to you, would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories.
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
Pass this message to 7 people.
You will receive a miracle tomorrow.
Now, STOP!
Did you hear what I just said.
You WILL receive a miracle tomorrow.
