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Received this story in my e amil the other day and thought i would like to share it.
A 92 year old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each mornrig by eight o'clock, with his hair perfectly combed and shaved, even he was legally blind, moved into 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 difficulity 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 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'm still depositing."
Remember the five simple rulls to be happy:
1: Free your heart from hatred.
2: Free your mind from worry.
3: Live simply.
4: Give more.
5: Expect less.
Pretty sound advice. I'm going to try my best to improve my attitude. I'm sure some of us can see ourselves some where in this little story. I know i can. stay nude & stay happy----pahjo
Sorry this should be in the open conversation section. Now i don't how to move it. Can somebody help? pahjo
A 92 year old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each mornrig by eight o'clock, with his hair perfectly combed and shaved, even he was legally blind, moved into 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 difficulity 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 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'm still depositing."
Remember the five simple rulls to be happy:
1: Free your heart from hatred.
2: Free your mind from worry.
3: Live simply.
4: Give more.
5: Expect less.
Pretty sound advice. I'm going to try my best to improve my attitude. I'm sure some of us can see ourselves some where in this little story. I know i can. stay nude & stay happy----pahjo
Sorry this should be in the open conversation section. Now i don't how to move it. Can somebody help? pahjo
Old people like that are my heros.
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