Bank account of life

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably coifed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.

As he manoeuvred his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual descripttion of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on 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 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!


Remember the five simple rules to be happy:


1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3 . Live simply.
4.  Give more.
5. Expect less.


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