Jerry was a very positive person. He was always in a
good mood and always had something nice to say.
One day, I said to him, "I don't get it! You can't be
positive all of the time. How do you do it?"
Jerry replied, "Each morning, I wake up and say to
myself, Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose
to be in a good mood or 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."
"It's not that easy," I protested.
"Yes, it is," Jerry 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. The bottom line is: It is your choice
how you live your life."
I refl ected on what Jerry said. As the years went by, we
lost touch until one day I heard that Jerry had been held
up at gunpoint by three robbers at his workplace. While
trying to open the company safe, his hand slipped off the
combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily,
Jerry was found quickly and rushed to the hospital.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care,
Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the
bullets still in his body. I saw him about six months after
I asked him what had gone through his mind as the
robbery took place. Jerry replied, "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?" I asked. Jerry answered, "The
paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going
to be fi ne. But when they wheeled me into the emergency
room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors
and nurses, I got really scared. I read, 'He is 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 Jerry. "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, "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. I learned from him that
every day we have the choice to live fully.
Attitude, after all, is everything.
Adapted from www.motivateus.com/stories/attitu.htm