Bank Account of Life
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. 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.
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.
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