tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40432992368425732852011-07-28T20:14:34.837-07:00Moe Navidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03817493494663635367noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043299236842573285.post-6464798129325413012009-09-17T14:40:00.000-07:002009-09-17T14:49:56.532-07:00<div align="center"><strong></strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 45px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382554762233384962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AfXsnphx0_4/SrKtCcsCEAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/G35agPNxtOg/s200/LogoFullBlueSmall%5B1%5D.gif" /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfXsnphx0_4/SrKtC3XaJlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Mo9YXRzfGP4/s1600-h/Moe+Headshot+web.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382554769394640466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AfXsnphx0_4/SrKtC3XaJlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Mo9YXRzfGP4/s200/Moe+Headshot+web.jpg" /></a>Windem Real Estate<br />Get The Wind Behind You!<br />Moe Navidi<br />Real Estate Consultant<br />Tel: (949) 892-7077<br />Lic# 01753283<br /><a href="mailto:gooddeals@homesbynavidi.com">gooddeals@homesbynavidi.com</a><br /><a href="http://www.homesbynavidi.com/">http://www.homesbynavidi.com</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><strong>ATTITUDE</strong><br /><br />The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.<br />Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.<br />After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready.<br />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.<br />"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.<br /><br />"Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room .... just wait."<br /><br />"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied.<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day<br />and all the happy memories I've stored away ... just for this time in my life.<br /><br />Old age is like a bank account ... you withdraw from what you've put in ..<br />So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories<br /><br />Thank you for your part in filling our Memory bank.<br />We are still depositing.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4043299236842573285-646479812932541301?l=positiveattitudeismatter.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Moe Navidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03817493494663635367noreply@blogger.com0