Two choices so be POSITIVE

You have two choices!!!!
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> Jerry is the manager of a restaurant. He is
> always in a good mood.
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> When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would
> always reply:
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> "If Iwere any better, I would be twins!"
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> Many of the waiters at his restaurant quit their jobs when
> he changed
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> jobs,so they could follow him around from restaurant to
> restaurant
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>
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> Why?
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> Because Jerry was a natural motivator.
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> If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was always
> there, telling
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> him how to look on the positive side of the situation.
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> Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went
> up to
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> Jerry and asked him. "I don't get it! No one can
> be a positive person all of
>
> the time. How do you do it?"
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>
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> Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to
> myself, I have two
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> choices today. I can choose to be in a good mood or I can
> choose to be in a
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> bad mood.
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>
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> I always choose to be in a good mood. Each time something
> bad
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> happens, I can choose to be victim or I can choose to learn
> from it. I
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> always choose
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> to learn from it.
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> Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to
> accept
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> their complaining or I can point out the positive side of
> life. I always
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> choose the positive side of life."
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> "But it's not always that easy," I
> protested.
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>
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> "Yes it is," Jerry said.
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> "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the
> junk every
>
> situation is a choice.. You choose how you react to
> situations.
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> You choose how people will affect your mood.
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> You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood.
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> It's your choice how you live your life."
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> Several years later, I heard that Jerry accidentally did
> something
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> you are never supposed to do in the restaurant business.
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> He left the back door of his restaurant open in the
> morning, he was
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> robbed by three armed men.
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> While Jerry trying to open the safe his hand, shaking from
>
>
> nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers
> panicked and shot
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> him.
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> Luckily, Jerry was found quickly and rushed to the
> hospital..
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> After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care,
> Jerry was
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> released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets
> still in his body.
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> I saw Jerry about six months after the accident
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> When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were
> any better, I'd be
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> twins. Want to see my scars?"
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>
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> I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone
> through
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> his mind as the robbery took place.
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> "The first thing that went through my mind was that I
> should have
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> locked the back door," Jerry replied.
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>
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> "Then, after they shot me, as I lay on the floor, I
> remembered that I
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> had two choices: I could choose to live or could choose to
> die. I chose to
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> live."

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> "Weren't you scared I asked?
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> Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept
> telling me I
was going to be fine.
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>
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> But when they wheeled me into the Emergency Room and I saw
> the
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> expression on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got
> really scared.
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> In their eyes, I read 'He's a dead man. I
> knew I needed to take
>
> action."
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>
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> "What did you do?" I asked.
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>
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> "Well, there was a big nurse shouting questions at
> me," said Jerry..
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> "She asked if I was allergic to anything."
> "Yes, to bullets," I replied.
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>
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> Over their laughter, I told them "I am choosing to
> live. Please
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> operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."
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> Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also
> because of
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> his amazing attitude.
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> I learned from him that every day you have the choice to
> either enjoy
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> your life or to hate it.
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> The only thing that is truly yours - that no one can
> control or take
>
> from you, is your attitude, so if you can take care of
> that, everything else
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> in life becomes much
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> easier.
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> >
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>

Her Hands

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.

My mother will be celebrating her 83rd
Birthday on the 12th of April. She is
the sweetest,kindest,most thoughtful
person that I have ever known. She loves
her children,grandchildren and now her
great grandchildren. From now until the
12th I will be adding little special things
about my mom.Pleaseleave a comment so that
I may share them with her.She looks so
fragile doesn't she.This was made at my
sisters this past weekend. She has been
staying at my sisters for the past week.
She is only 25 miles from me.