Charles Brooks
HAPPINESS: A 92-year-old, proud man, who dresses by eight o’clock, perfectly well groomed, though legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, necessitating the move. After waiting patiently in the lobby for many hours, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready. As he moved his walker to the elevator, I described his room and the eyelet sheets hanging on his window. I love it,’ he said with the enthusiasm of a youngster. Mr. Jones, you haven’t seen the room. “That doesn’t matter,” I decide on happiness ahead of time. How the furniture is arranged doesn’t determine my happiness … 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 lie in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that don’t work, or get out of bed thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift – as long as my eyes open, I’ll focus on the memories I’ve stored away. Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you’ve put in. My advice would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories! …..Author unknown. This version provided by:……..cjlb…..7/22/13
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