Happiness

[niscie 0]

this is a e-mail i got that i wanted to share.. it is a ture story.

 

 

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 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."

 

"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."

[LECINSA 0]

Thank you for sharing that with us. I'll read to my residents and staff. :-D