‘We Have Two Choices’

The true story that I copied below is how I try to live my life. I don’t always make the right choice, but for the most part it’s positive. And most of us do not have to look to far to see someone in a worse situation than ourselves.

I have to tell you a story that happened to me before you get to the “We Have Two Choices” story. As I came limping into the doctors office for my knee I was greeted by a couple seated in the waiting room and the wife asked me “how I was doing” and since I’m in the doctors office to find out if I need surgery on my knee I only said “I’m doing good” instead of my usual “I’m doing great”. She responded “And you’ve been worse before?”, I chuckled and agreed.

About a month later after my knee surgery and all is good, I’m in the waiting room for a follow up and to have the stitches taken out and low and behold it’s the same couple as  the first time. I sat next to them and I asked her weren’t you here last time? She agreed and we began the most pleasant conversation. These two have such a positive attitude and energy about them that I believe it contributed in saving his leg. The doctors gave him 80% chance of having his leg amputated, but that didn’t happen and he is now on the mend. She has her own story, she was on dialysis for a time and now she is off of it.

In conclusion my comment to her “I’m doing good” was the wrong choice that day because here I am after knee surgery and back doing my full Yoga practice, while this amazing gentleman was on the verge of losing his leg. So in hind site with my knee situation, I was still doing great, but I let that thing called feeling sorry for myself creep in and knock me down to only good.

Enjoy the true story by Francie Baltazar-Schwartz’s ‘We Have Two Choices’

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Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had 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 unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry 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 Jerry and asked him, “I don’t get it! You can’t be a positive person 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 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,” 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. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It’s your choice how you live life.” I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. 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 Jerry 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 did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. “The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door,” Jerry replied. “Then, as I lay on the floor, 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. Jerry continued, “The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. 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. 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 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.

Author: Francie Baltazar-Schwartz

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