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.