Positive Attitude
The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each
morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied,
even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70
years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby
of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny
room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. "I love it,"
she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been
presented with a new puppy.
"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room .... just wait." "That doesn't have
anything to do with it," she 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.