While I am one who does not gets giddy and mushy over a lot of things, this one has so much truth in it that it almost hurts..... -------------------------------------------------
Thought for each day. (memorize the last paragraph & try to live by it)
>> A 92-year-old, petite, 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 curtains 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 work."
>> 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. Thankful for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.
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