You
all know that I'm dealing with an aunt who is in a guardianship
situation and that the situation is not good because the guardian (in
mine and my family's opinions) is not doing due diligence to care for my
aunt or at least have her in a care taking situation that does. She is
in a home where she is being verbally, emotionally, spiritually
abused. These I have witnessed. She also says they physically abuse
her when no one is around to see. Unfortunately, all of this is being
written off as here say and the proper authorities are not getting
involved because the guardian is "well respected" by the court. I have
to ask how my aunt was placed in this home (along with many other
"guardian" clients of the same lawyer) when the home did not even have
the proper licensing, at the time of the placement, but that's another
story. While this is a sad situation that we are pulling our hair out
to solve (and also explains why my uncle is bald) part of the blame lies
with my aunt. Yes, she has a debilitating disease, yes she is a pain
in the neck, but she is a human being that deserves at the very least
compassionate care takers and if she had a better attitude it would help
all around. I can't help but pray and wish that she had had the
attitude of this man and I pray that I WILL have this attitude and the grace to live with life as it happens as I grow older.
This
was an email I received recently. I couldn't think of a more
appropriate place to share it than here at THE Motivation Station.
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.
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 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.
I am still depositing.
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
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