The story about a grandfather who chooses Self Happiness

He was 92 years old. Landscaped, short-haired, my dear old man was forced to leave his home and go into a nursing home after his 70-year-old wife died.

He waited for a few hours in the lobby, and when told that the room is ready, gently smiled. When the old man slowly walked to the elevator, leaning on a cane, an employee places described to him the room where he will now live

-. I love it -! The man said to enthusiasm of an 8 year old boy who has just presented a puppy.
- Mr. Todd, but you have not yet even seen! Wait a bit, we will soon arrive.

- What does it matter? - Said the old man. - < Happiness - it's what I choose in advance
.. I have decided for myself that I liked it. And these decisions I make every morning after waking up.

I can choose. < I can spend a whole day in bed, complaining of sickness and infirmity, or I can get up and thank heavens for that I am alive and I can see, hear, feel ...
Every day - it is a gift, and as long as my breath does not stop, I will be happy to greet the new day and all the happy memories that have accumulated over his life

Old age -. It's like a bank account .
Remember these simple rules:.
Free your heart from hatred
Free your mind from worry

Live simply

give more & amp..; Expect less ...



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