Life is a choice….

By January 14, 2010 Blog

I received this email today, I had to share it… if anyone knows who wrote this, let me now, I would love to give credit!abund-dance

To those who mean so much
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 ..

After  all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.