Living Happily Ever After

Sometimes it's difficult to maintain a positive outlook when there's a crisis going on. When my father had his stroke, I was worried, frightened, and depressed.

However, Dad seems to be adept in any situation at finding some little nugget of happiness lurking about. He has taught me that happiness is a choice.

A few days ago, with the help of my daughters, Dad got a new wheelchair. He decided to give it a nickname because when he was in World War II, airplanes and Jeeps were all given nicknames. He dubbed the wheelchair The Jersey Bounce.  Dad found a picture of a weapons carrier online similar to one he drove during the war. I made up a sign with the photo, laminated the sign, and attached it to the wheelchair. Then Dad wanted me to affix a little American flag to the handle. It was funny and it made me smile.

The wheelchair is not a Harley, but it's all tricked out--at least in comparison to some other wheelchairs.

Dad's life situation has changed, but he's living happily ever after. It's all about attitude.