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  all 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.
>