Happiness

A 92-year-old, petite, legally blind, well-poised and proud lady, was fully dressed this morning by eight o'clock. Her hair was fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied. She was moving to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing
home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she
manoeuvred her walker to the elevator, she was provided a
visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets
that had been hung on her window.
I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old
who had just been presented with a new puppy.
"Mrs.. Jones, you haven't seen the room yet, just wait!"
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she 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 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.

I found this in my email today. I think it is something we should all think about.