Money will buy a fine dog, but only kindness will make him wag his tail ….

Positive Thinking is the first step towards a happy life.

 You can choose how you start your day tomorrow!


Jerry is the kind of guy one loves to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When asked how he was doing, he replied; “If I were any better, I would be twins.”He was a unique manager with several waiters who’d followed him from restaurant to restaurant.

The reason the waiters followed jerry, was because of his attitude. he was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there to tell the empoyee how to look on the positive side of the situation. Seeing this style, really made me curious, so one day, I asked Jerry; “I don’t get it. You can’t be positive all of the time. How do you do it?” Jerry’s reply; “Every morning I wake up and say to myself: ‘Jerry, you have two choices. You can choose to be in a good mood, or you can choose to be in a bad mood.’

Whenever something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or, I can choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me and complains, I can choose to accept their moaning, or, I can point out the positive side of life.

“Yeah, but it’s not that easy,” I protested. “Oh yes, it is,” he said.

  • LIFE is about choices.
  • 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 is: “It’s your choice how you live life.”

I reflected on what Jerry had said. Soon after, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business and we lost touch. But, I often thought about him when I made a choice about life.

Several years later, I heard that Jerry had left the back door of the restaurant open one morning and was held up at gun point by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand shook from nervousness and slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with bullet fragments still in his body.

I saw Jerry again six months aftr his accident. when I asked how he was, he replied; “If I were any better, I’d be twins. Do you want to see my scars?’ I declined but did ask what had gone through his mind while the robbery was taking place. “That I should have locked the back door,” he replied. “Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or I could choose to die. I chose life.”

“Weren’t you scared? I asked.

“Yes, but the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I’d be fine, but when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the doctors’ faces, I got scared. I read the following in their eyes: “He’s a dead man.”

I had to take action.”

“What did you do, Jerry?”

“Well, a large nurse was shouting questions at me. she asked if I were allergic to anything.”

“Yes,” I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waied for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled; “Bullets.” Over their laughter, I told them; “I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.”

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

What I learned from him was: Attitude is everything.

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About Jill

Author of books and articles on support and experiences of living with a mentally ill family member. My aim in blogging is to let others see how a loving family, with a father and husband who is able to give unconditional love, can help the family cope. Many call me the blogging grandma.'

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