An Old Man
An Old Man - A Wise Man
A 92 year old man - very well dressed. always took very
good care of his appearence, was moving to a Nursing
Home. His wife of 70 years had recently passed away.
He was forced to leave his home.
After sitting for many hours in the lobby - a lady came and
told him, that his room was ready. He smiled at her, got up
and started walking, using his cane. The lady while walking
to the elevators - tried to describe his room, Including a big
paper on the window that served as a curtain. I hope you
like it.
He told her - that is not important. The happiness - I choose
myself ahead of time. If I like the room or not has nothing to
do with the furniture, or the decore. It has already been decided
in my mind, that I am going to like it.
Every morning I make a dession when I get up. I can spend the day
in bed complaining about the parts in my body that don't function right
or get up and give thanks to God for the ones that do work right.
Everyday is a gift of God. I can open my eyes and focous on this new day
and all the good memories that I have constructed through out my life.
Old age is like a bank account. At the end you withdraw enerything that
you have deposit through out your life time.
He then told the lady - my advice to you is - to deposit all your happiness
that you have in your bank account of good memories. Thank you for your
part in filling my account with happy memories - which I still have to be
adding some more....
04/07/2013 written by
Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note: moral of the story is
not because you are old - you
have to give up or stop living.
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