Atitude is Altitude

This is something really inspiring that I had seen today. I thought I need to share it.

It's a story about Nick Vijicic from Australia, who's born without arms or legs and yet inspires people to live to the best of their abilities and not stop dreaming.

See:
No Arms, No Legs, No Worries!

A similar thing came to my inbox:

LET IT REALLY SINK IN....... THEN CHOOSE .

John 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 a natural motivator.

If an employee was having a bad day, John 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 and asked him, 'I don't get it!'

'You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?'

He replied, 'Each morning I wake up and say to myself, 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,' he 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 affect your mood.

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

I reflected on what he said.. Soon hereafter, 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 he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw him 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 I 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,' he 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.

He 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 John. '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.'

He 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.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.' Matthew 6:34

Made For Each Other

Mr. & Mrs. Henderson were moving from Beaumont, TX to Austin, TX. I first met them at a motel some distance away from my house. A friend of mine worked there then.

Both were in their early eighties. Even at that age the couple looked so beautiful and made for each other.

One day Mrs. Henderson came and sat in the hall of the motel. I went to her and began talking to her.

"Good Morning Mrs. Henderson, how are you?" I asked.

"I'm good Bianca." She couldn't pronounce my name well so Bianca is what she called me.

"How come you are alone today. Where's Mr. Henderson?" I asked.

"Well George. He never listens to me. I asked him to get ready before me but he wanted to exercise some more. He's late again, so I need to wait now." She seemed a bit annoyed due to him.

"I like you and Mr. Henderson together. You remind me of my grand parents."

She was happy to listen to what I said.

"O! we don't have our own kids." She said. I felt sorry. "But George's brothers have kids and they treat us just like their parents." She beamed with a smile.

"George and I have known each other since childhood. I was 19 and he was 21 when we married. It's been a long journey since then and it's been beautiful to be in love, to stand by someone and have someone you love strongly stand by you." She kept smiling.

Mr. Henderson had just arrived. He looked at Mrs. Henderson and said "My honey seems to be happy."

"George you are extremely late." She frowned.

He jeered at her. "O! you look so beautiful when you frown." And she blushed and her frown quickly converted to a smile.

They quickly made up and sat for breakfast.

I'll never forget the two. When I looked at them it seemed so obvious that it just takes this thing called 'commitment' and it makes so much of a difference to whatever exists in this small life.