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, Mike, 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 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. Wanna see my scars?" I declined to see his wounds, but  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."  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 In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man." I knew  I needed to take a vacation."   "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 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." Matthew 6:34