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The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud mother-in-law of my  best
friend, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her
hair fashionably coiffed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is
legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
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Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
Maurine Jones is the most lovely, gracious, dignified woman that I have
ever had the pleasure of meeting.  While I have never aspired to attain
her depth of wisdom, I do pray that I will learn from her vast experience.
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After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home,
she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.  As she maneuvered her
walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room,
including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.
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"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having
just been presented with a new puppy.
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"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room ... just wait."
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"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.
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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!