Получих този текст вчера по пощата и ми се струва, че тук е мястото да го напиша, за да го прочетете и вие. Извинявам се на незнаещите английски език, но нямам време да го преведа на български.

>Michael 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, would reply, "If I were any
>better, I would be twins!"
>
>He was a natural motivator.
>
>If an employee was having a bad day,
>Michael 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 to Michael and asked
>him, "I don't get it! You can't be a
>positive person all of the time.
>How do you do it?"
>
>Michael 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," Michael 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 Michael said. Soon
>thereafter, 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 Michael
>was involved in a serious accident, falling
>some 60 feet from a communications tower.
>
>After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of
>intensive care, Michael was released from
>the hospital with rods placed in his back.
>
>I saw Michael about six months after the
>accident. When I asked him how he was, he
>replied. "If I were any better, I'd be twins.
>Want to 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," Michael 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.
>
>Michael 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 Michael. "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."
>
>Michael 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."
>After all today is the tomorrow you worried
>about yesterday.
>
>Enjoy each day, each breath and mostly...each and every friend

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