A frail-looking 92-year-old man, fully clothed and well dressed every morning at eight o’clock, with his hair neatly combed and his face well-groomed, though not legally recognized, moved into a nursing home today.
His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After hours of waiting patiently at the reception area for the nursing home, she smiled broadly when she was told that her room was ready.
As she escorted her companion to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her small room, including the eyebrows that had been placed in her window.
‘I love it,’ he said with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old boy who had just been introduced to a new puppy.
‘Mr. Jones, you haven’t seen the room; Wait. ‘
‘That has nothing to do with me,’ he replied.
Happiness is something you decide ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not depends on how the furniture is arranged … it is the way I plan my mind.
I have already decided to love it. ‘It is a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I could spend the whole day in bed recounting my ordeal with my limbs no longer working, or I could get out of bed and thank those who worked. ‘
‘Aging is like a bank account. You are about to delete a post. ‘
So, my advice to you would be to add a lot of fun to the memory bank account! Thank you for your role in filling out my Memory bank. I’m still investing. ‘
Remember these five simple rules for happiness:
- Free your heart from hatred
- Release your mind from worry
- Live a simple life
- Give more
- Expect less
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