Choices

Michael is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say.

When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, “If I were any better, I would be twins!”

He was naturally motivated. If an employee was having a bad day, Michael was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Michael and asked him, “I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?”

Michael replied, “Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Mike, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood.

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it.

I choose to learn from it.

Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.

“Yeah, right, it’s not that easy,” I protested.

“Yes, it is,” Michael said. “Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood.

You choose to be in a good mood or a bad mood. The bottom line: It’s your choice how you live life.”

I reflected on what Michael said.

Soon thereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Michael was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Michael was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw Michael about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied. “If I were any better, I’d be twins.

Wanna see my scars?” I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.

“The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon to be born daughter,” Michael replied. “Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or I could choose to die. I chose to live.”

“Weren’t you scared? Did you lose consciousness? “I asked.

Michael continued, “…the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared.

In their eyes, I read ‘he’s a dead man.’ I knew I needed to take action.”  “What did you do?” I asked.

“Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,” said Michael. “She asked if I was allergic to anything. ‘Yes, I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, “Gravity.”

Over their laughter, I told them, ‘I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead’. ”

Michael lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude.

I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.

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With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

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Today and Tomorrow

There are two days in every week about which we should not worry. Two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is yesterday, with its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed. We cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is gone!!

The other day we should not worry about is tomorrow, with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. Tomorrow is beyond our immediate control. Tomorrow’s sun will rise, whether in splendor or behind a mask of clouds. But it will rise. Until it does we have no stake in tomorrow, for it is yet unborn.

This leaves only one day: today.

Any man can fight the battles of just one day. It is when you and I add the burdens of two awful eternities – yesterday and tomorrow, that we break down.

It is not necessarily the experience of today that disturbs one’s peace of mind. It is oftentime the bitterness for something which happened yesterday and the dread of what tomorrow may bring.

Let us therefore live one day at a time. As I sat just now writing this for someone ,I decided to paste it here too.

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With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

Edison’s Mother

One day Thomas Edison came home and gave a paper to his mother. He told his mother that his teacher gave this paper to him and said, “Give this to your mother.”

His mother opened it and read the paper. After reading paper her eyes filled with tears. Thomas asked his mother about what was written in the paper.

She read the whole letter in loud voice to her son, “Your son is a genius. This school it too small for him and we don’t have enough resources and good teachers to train him. Please teach him yourself.”

After many years, Edison’s mother died and he had become one of the greatest inventors in the world. One day while Thomas was looking into old family things he saw a folded paper in the corner of his desk drawer.

He took it and open it.

He read the paper. “Your son is mentally ill and we won’t let him come to school anymore.” was written on the paper.

It was the same paper which was given to him by his teacher in school to give to his mother.

After reading that Edison cried for hours and wrote in his dairy, “Thomas Alva Edison was an addled (mentally ill) child that, by a hero mother, became the genius of the century.”

Moral: –

One should Never Give up.

We need to be confident in ourselves and move ahead in life with Positive Attitude and Hard work.

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

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Praising is Amazing

Praising is amazing – it makes you feel so good,
Remembering the One who died,
Who shed His precious blood;
So shout for joy and let us bring
Sweet Hallelujahs to our King.
Lift up your voice and gladly sing
And worship as we should.

Praising is amazing – it lifts your spirit high
An bubbles up inside you
Till it seems to reach the sky;
Your soul is stirred, your heart is light,
It’s wonderful – it feels so right,
And gives our Saviour such delight –
Though only He knows why.

Praising is amazing – it’s hard just to conceive
The benefits that come to you,
The blessings you receive;
So let your anthems fill the air
And praise our Lord who’s always there
With lots of heavenly gifts to share
For all who will believe.

(Margaret Altham)

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With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

Wonderful Philosophy

A journalist was being taken around a care home, and he stopped in front of an elderly man sitting in a reclining chair.

“How old are you? he asked.

Eighty-four, the elderly man replied, his blue eyes twinkling merrily.

“An what puts that sparkle in your eyes?”

“Every morning when I wake up, I say to myself, “Today I can choose to be happy or sad”. Of course, I always choose to be happy!”

What a wonderful philosophy for the start of the new day……………………

With many peaceful blessings

Geoffrey

On Medical Advice

This poem was written by my friend, Ted Hughes, when he was nearly 90 years old!

Come in, Mr Hughes,
I have all your news,
And I’ve fully considered each page,
Although you look pale
For an octogenarian male,
You’re surprisingly good for your age.

A spoonful of rum
For your vociferous tum,
No fantasies should you engage,
When you feel ‘fit to kill’
Keep taking the pill,
But you’re really quite good for your age.

Tho’ you’re weak at the knees
And you spill when you sneeze,
Calm yourself and try not to rage,
Ignore golf course calls
When your putting appalls,
‘Cos you’re frightfully fit for your age.

You seem out of touch
As you lean on your crutch,
I’m afraid that you’ve now reached that stage,
As you gaze at your bed
Don’t wish you were dead,
You’re alive and so good for your age.

Just think of the past
As long as you last,
‘Til your real self-bursts from its cage,
Absolutely no doubt
The old body’s worn out,
But you’re oh so good for your age.

Go home now, dear boy
And think of the joy,
All those years of minimum wage,
The times when you could
Contribute much good,
Keep it up, all is well for your age.

I knew Ted for many years. The last time I saw Ted before his death, just after he had reached 92, he took me for a gourmet meal at a restaurant in the New Forest.

Despite my offer to take us in my car, Ted insisted on us going in his car. As we sped through the Hampshire countryside at speeds well in excess of the speed limit, I closed my eyes and said a prayer!

Somehow we managed to arrive safely – the angels must definitely have been with us that day!

With many joy-filled blessings

Geoffrey