The Old Man

An man of 92 years, short, very well-presented, who takes great care in his appearance, is moving into an old people's home today.

His wife of 70 just recently passed away, and he is obliged to leave his home.

After waiting several hours in the retirement lobby, he gently smiles as he is told that his room is ready.

As he slowly walks to the elevator, using his cane, I describe his small room to him, including the sheet hung at the window which serves as a curtain.

"I like it very much", he says, with the enthusiasm of an 8 years old boy who has just given a new puppy.

"M. Gagne, you haven't even seen the room yet, hang on the moment, we are almost there"

"That has nothing to do with it", he replied.

"Happiness is something I choose in advance. Whether or not I like the room does not depend on the furniture, or the decor - rather it depends on how I decide to see it.

It is already decided in my mind that I like the room. It is a decision I take every morning when I wake up.

I can choose. I can spend my day in bed enumerating all the difficulties that I have with the parts of my body that no longer work very well, or I can get up and give thanks to heaven for those parts that are still in working order.

Everyday is a gift, and as long as I can open my eyes, I will focus on the new day, and all the happy memories that I have built up during my life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw in later life what you have deposited along the way.

So, my advice to you is to deposit all the happiness you can in your bank account of memories.

Thank you for your part filling my account with happy memories, which I am still continuing to fill."