A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with his hair fashionably combed 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 our 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.



Ali dan Abu baru pulang dari bandar untuk beraya dikampong.

Untuk sampai kekampung, mereka terpaksa melalui jalan pintas yg bersebelahan sebuah kawasan perkuburan.

Hati mereka berdebar-debar semasa melalui kawasan perkuburan itu dan dalam sayup-sayup malam mereka terdengar bunyi ketukan dari kawasan perkuburan itu.

Mereka berdua memberanikan diri untuk melihat dari mana datang bunyi itu. Dengan perlahan-lahan mereka menghampiri kawasan kuburdan ternampak seorang tua sedang mengetuk batu nisan menggunakan tukul besi dan pahat.Dalam keadaan yang agak gelap itu,orang tua tersebut tekun mengukir sesuatu diatas batu nisan.

Ali dan Abu bersuara ” Alamak…terkejut kami,ingatkan pakcik ni hantu tadi, buat kami terkejut aje”.

Sambil merapati orang tua itu mereka bertanya: “Apa yang pakcik buat malam-malam buta kat kubur ni??”

Lelaki tua itu menjawab dengan marah…”Bodoh!!Dia orang salah eja nama aku kat batu nisan ni!”