The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised, and proud lady, who is fully dressedeach morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coiffed andmakeupperfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursinghome 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,shesmiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walkerto the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room,including the eyelet curtains that had been hung on her window.

"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old havingjust been presented with a new puppy.

"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room .... 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 myroomor not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged... it's how Iarrange my mind.

"I already decided to love it ... It's a decision I make every morningwhenI wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting thedifficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or getoutof 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 dayand all the happy memories I've stored away ... just for this time in mylife.

"Old age is like a bank account--you withdraw from it what you've put in."

So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bankaccount of memories.

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.