Old Lady Reply to Nurse

A 90 year old lady had lost her husband and now had to move to a nursing home. So the day she had to move to the nursing home in the morning she woke up early and got dressed properly with perfectly applied makeup.

She was ready to move to a nursing home. Cab was called to take her to a nursing home. She got into the cab and reached the nursing home.

After reaching the nursing home she was asked to wait in the nursing home lobby. She waited patiently for many hours. She smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.

As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator nurse gave her a brief visual description of her room including colors of sheets on the window.

After hearing just the description she replied with enthusiasm, “I love it.”

Nurse was surprised to hear her reply and responded, “But you haven’t even seen your room yet… Just wait until you see your room.”

She replied, “That doesn’t have anything to do with it. Happiness is something that you decide. It doesn’t depend on how my room looks or whether I will like my room or not. It depends on how my mind is arranged..

I already decided to love it. It's a decision I made when I woke up in the morning.

I had a choice: either I can spend the day counting problems I have to face because body parts no longer work or I can get out of bed and be thankful for one that does.

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.”

Moral: Each day is a Gift. We should Learn to Live Happy. Happiness comes from Inner self and we are one who Decides to be Happy or not.

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