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choices....
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.
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.
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