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 manoeuvred his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung at 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 have 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 of my heart are open, I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I have stored away, just for this time in my life. Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from it what you have put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!”
I keep filling my Memory Bank. I am still depositing.
These are my five simple rules to be happy:
Free your heart from hatred.
Free your mind from worries.
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