You Are Priceless!

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, ' Who would like this $20 bill? ' Hands started going up.

He said, ' I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, ' Who still wants it? ' Still the hands were up in the air.

Well, he replied, ' What if I do this? ' And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. ' Now, who still wants it? ' Still the hands went into the air.

My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.

Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you.

The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE and WHOM WE ARE.

You are special - Don't EVER forget it!

Count your blessings, not your problems.

And remember: amateurs built the ark ... professionals built the Titanic.

If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it.

Your Bank Account

A 92 year old, petite, well-poised and proud
man, who is fully dressed each morning by
eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably
combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is
legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.

His wife of 70 years recently passed away,
making the move necessary. After many hours of
waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing
home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.

As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I
provided a visual description of his tiny
room, including the eyelet sheets that had
been hung on his window.

'I love it!' he stated with the enthusiasm of
an eight year old having just been presented
with a new puppy.

'Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.'

'That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he replied...

'Happiness is something you decide on ahead
of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't
depend on how the furniture it arranged...
it's how I arrange my mind. 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.

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes
open, I'll focus on the new day and all the
happy memories I've stored away. Just for this
time in my life.

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

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



Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank.
I am still depositing.


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.