Subject: Happiness


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, 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." Remember the five simple rules to be happy ;

1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.

Very nice ((((Catch))))

True words to live by, thank you for sharing

I love this story. I think because, in many ways it reminds me of my
Dad. His constant upbeat messages, the respect he gave to everyone he
met, and his eagerness to jump into every single day used to be a source
of anger for me. How dare he have a great day when I'm lying here sick
as a dog. LOL!

I think it's infectious though, because my son used to get angry with me
for the same reason, and now I see him acting the same way, much to his
friends delight. I have alway called him SonShine and he is.

Very inspirational post. I'm so happy to be here. Thanks Catch

Catch, this is great! Thank you.

<-----------Happy Idiot...for those very reasons.


Thankyou Lisa

for each of you!
I just realized I'm so happy to know you all..

this reminded me of the story of the 2 men in the hosp. & the one by the
window tells the other of the beautiful park outside. the trees, grass,
birds, flowers. the man passed away & the other asked to be moved to
that bed to see out & it was a alley with a brick wall.he questions the
nurse. the man was completly blind..
I was the beauty he saw from with in...

As I sit here looking out my window, I see a fence and a door on the
neighbors house, yet as I close my eyes I see the friends I have here on
the net. I enjoy this view and the friends that surround me.


{{{{{{{{{Lisa}}}}}}}}}}

A dream is only a dream until it comes true, then it is reality.



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Awesome post sissy!!