Subject: bank account

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. His wife of 70 years
recently passed away, making
the move necessary. After many
hours of waiting patiently in the
lobby of the nursing home, he
smiled sweetly when told his
room was ready.

As he maneuvered his walker to
the elevator, I provided a visual
description 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.