Miracles and Wonders
Decide to be happy
A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by
eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably coiffed 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 have
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.