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By Francie Baltazar-Schwartz

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.