Chain letter: Choices

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, 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, 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 cn 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 life."
I reflected on what Michael said. Soon thereafter, I left the company 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. After18 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. 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, " 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.

You have two choices now:

1. Delete this.
2. Forward it to the people you care about.

Besides ourselves, I think we all know someone who could benefit from this. Choose to share it with them.

Rory

Michael is the kind of guy you love to hate. He's happy all freakin day. He is never in a bad mood. NEVER!! The fucking freak is a good mood 24-7.So fucking happy I want to rip his fucking head off and shit down his neck and rip off is needle dick and feed it to his dog. if anybody asks him how he is, he says 'if i were any better i would be twins.'
So one day, i ask this prick:
"hey Michael. How can you be happy all the time? Did you eat paint when you were a kid or something?"
"No, i just wake up every morning and say to myself 'ok self, you can choose to be in a good mood today or you can choose to be in a bad mood. I always choose good mood. If something bad happens, i can choose to be a victim, or i can choose to learn from it. If someone complains to me i can choose to accept their complaint, or i can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."

"It's not that fucking easy, dick face." i protested.
"sure it is. Life is all about choices. If you think about it, you make choices every day. You can choose to be in a good mood or a bad one. YOU live life." I reflect for a few days on what michael said, and i decided it was the stupidest fucking thing i'd heard since the last time i heard him say "if i were any better i would be twins." So, i set up a bank account in michaels name and begin embezzling money from the company. Sure enough, he was caught and put on trial, and convicted.
After the trial i asked him "aren't you upset about going to prison.And this isn't resort prison, it's federal Pound me in the ass prison!"
Well, i guess i'm not thrilled, but i will make the best of being a prisoner."
"But what if some large man tries to make you his bitch?
"well i thought of that, but i said to myself "michael you can either have no fun and bleed rectally, or you can remember that the male g spot is in the ass."
I am fucking flabbergasted that this guy can not be unhappy.
So michael goes to prison, and a large man named bubba makes him his bitch. He presses michael against the wall and says "You like that bitch."
"yes sir i do. I thought i wasn't going to, but now that i looked on the bright side of life, i enjoy ruff gay prison sex."
Bubba was confused but kept fucking him. "Hows that ass lover, good?"
"bubba, if i was any better, i would be twins."
So, michael took it in the ass every day for five years and the day before he got out, the prisoners all crushed his body with the weights in the yard. He broke a whole lot of bones. I went to visit him in the hospital, to you know, see him suffer. So i said, how are you?
"Rory, if i was any better, i would be twins."
God dammit. you just can't win with this guy. I want him to die.
"See what i mean rory. You have to make your own choices, you have to live life. I think the meaning of life..."
I can't take any more. I put the pillow over his face and i suffocate the bastard. Then i walk out.
I think the lesson learned hear is that i should have michael years ago. See how easily i got away with it. All people like him should be disposed of. you have two choices: you can let them live or kill them. I say go with the second one. It's more fun.

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