A nice story..

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.”


She went on to explain, “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.”


And with a smile, she said: “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
 

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

I'm raiding the memory bank more and more as I age and I'm finding that kind of hoarding was a real advantage.
I'm finding stuff that I'd forgotten all about when I was too busy to visit the past. I'm finding all the little treasures that have lain buried under the rubbish and bad stuff all these years.

Reminds me of a few lines from my all time favourite song

And I could cry for the time I've wasted
But that's a waste of time and tears.
And I know just what I'd change
If I went back in time somehow,
But there's nothing I can do about it now.
I'm forgiving everything that forgiveness will allow,
And there's nothing I can do about it now

Great attitude, attaining it is the trick to contented aging.
 
Rainee, I loved the story thank you for sharing it.

Our attitudes have a lot to do with how we handle the ups and downs of life. Give me a heart warming story any day. At this stage of my life I would rather fill my mind with warm fuzzies instead of depressing twaddle.
 
I recently read a story in the newspaper. A couple who were both in their 90's passed away from natural causes within 8 hours of each other.
 
I've seen exactly the same story on the UK equivalent of this board. I simply can't be bothered with this type of twaddle. Who writes this stuff?

People like us! Even tough-guys can sometimes find solace in the affairs of hearts and minds. I liked it actually!

Hey, you have a link to the "UK equivalent of this board." Didn't know there was one?
 


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