i got this from a friend. to share with you....happy reading...
A man of 92 years, short, very well-presented, who takesgreat care in his appearance, is moving into an oldpeople’s home today. His wife of 70 has recently died, and he is obliged toleave his home. After waiting several hours in the retirement homelobby, he gently smiles as he is told that his room isready.
As he slowly walks to the elevator, using his cane, Idescribe his small room to him, including the sheet hungat the window which serves as a curtain.
- "I like it very much", he says, with the enthusiasm ofan 8 year old boy who has just been given a new puppy.
- "Sir, you haven’t even seen the room yet, hang on amoment, we are almost there. "
" That has nothing to do with it ", he replies.
"Happiness is something I choose in advance. Whetheror not I like the room does not depend on the furniture,or the decor – rather it depends on how I decide to seeit. "
" It is already decided in my mind that I like my room. Itis a decision I take every morning when I wake up. "
" I can choose. I can spend my day in bed enumeratingall the difficulties that I have with the parts of my bodythat no longer work very well, or I can get up and givethanks to heaven for those parts that are still in workingorder. "
" Every day is a gift, and as long as I can open my eyes, Iwill focus on the new day, and all the happy memoriesthat I have built up during my life. "
" Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw in laterlife what you have deposited along the way. "