Here"s the story I promised to share with you, my readers, in my previous post
Here it goes:
An 88-year-old man, short, very well presented, who always take good care of his appearance is moving into an old folksâ€™ home today.
His wife of 78 has just died and he is grateful to leave his home. After waiting in the lobby for several hours, he tenderly smiles as he was told that his bed is ready.
As he slowly walk towards the elevator, with his walking stick, one of the volunteer describe his small room to him, including the cloth hung at the window as a curtain.
â€œI love it so muchâ€, he says, with the eagerness of a 9 year old kid who has just been given a new pet.
â€œMr. Caine, but you haven"t even seen the room yet, just a moment, we"ll reach there soon.â€
â€œThat has nothing to do with itâ€, he replies, â€œHappiness is something I choose in advance. The furniture and dÃ©cor do not determine whether I like the room or not. Rather it depends on how I decide to see it. I already decided that I like my room in my mind. It is the decision I take every morning when I wake up.â€
He continues, â€œI always have a choice. I can choose spending my day in my bed enumerating all the pains and difficulties with the parts of my body, or I can get up and be grateful to god for those parts that are still in order.
Everyday is a gift and as long as I can open my eyes, I will make my new day count with all the happy memories that I have built up during my life.
Old age is like bank account. You withdraw later what you have deposited earlier.â€be happy choice decision happiness motivation old folks home