I loathe chain letters … they tug at the superstitious side of my personality … I also loathe the thought of spamming friends. Having said that this story (below) provoked some powerful thoughts. My best friend is battling brain and lung cancer and while I do what I can to support her – I have found her battle has stirred a few battles within me.
How am I living my life, what do I have control over? …. there is a saying isn’t there (I can’t remember it) about having the grace to know the things you cannot change …. well this little chain letter story spoke to me this morning …
It is about an old man and how he chooses to ‘see’ things. It made me think about how full is my memory bank … both my specific memories of wonderful times with Sally, that will support me through the sadness and grief to come …. and my more general memory bank?
Here is the story ….
A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with his hair fashionably combed 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, the nurse 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.’
……end of story ………..
Old age, life, memories, your legacy even, are like a bank account. They say that you withdraw from what you’ve put in. So, the advice is to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!
….. I have been definitely loading my memories bank with wonderful times with Bob and my family, also spending quality time with Sally and other friends. I have noted and been thankful for my successes and acheivements. Above all I am grateful to everyone who knows me and has enriched my life through our meeting or working together. I have a lot to be thankful for, a lot I am grateful for, a lot of memories and a lot of happiness and I am still less than half way through my life 🙂
To all our happinesses, our memories, and our full memory banks,
To that choice, each morning, that we make about how we live that day,