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After
I picked the title Come One - Get Happy for this book I knew it was a winner. I loved it because
as soon as I told anyone I was writing it, they laughed. Now I said to myself, "That's
a good omen." Getting people to laugh is good. Even last week when I told my eye doctor
about my book he laughed and told me he'd like to read it. However, after giving more thought
to the subject of happiness, I came to the conclusion that my life became much happier as I
engaged in a variety of thoughts and activities. I decided to tell others what made me a happy
person with the hope that I would also help others gain more happiness. That's when I decided
it would be more accurate to call this book Memoirs of a Happy Psychologist with the sub-title,
Come On - Get Happy.
But
creating a good book title is one thing. A good book is another. In this book I want to help
you and everyone who reads it believe that happiness is good for you. I know it's been good
for me. Haven't you heard that happy people live longer, are healthier and fully enjoy life?
Well, it's true. I also know that happy people are a pleasure to be with because they see the
bright side of life. They see the glass as half full and hot half empty. Sure there have been
times when I've been anything but happy. Like the day my precious husband died four years ago.
For sure that was not a happy day for me. I sat with a good psychotherapist and I cried and
cried. But I knew in time my sadness would pass and my life would go on. That I am sitting here
at my word processor writing these words is evidence that I am once again restored as a happy
person.
I
just celebrated my 80th birthday and I give thanks every day that I'm alive and well and living
on my own. I feel good about who I am. I am grateful that I was able to have children. My three
sons are all in their fifties. They have married, two have divorced and remarried. I never hesitate
to tell them how much I love them. They have enriched my life with their six children, two girls
and four boys. I am a loving grandmother but I promise not to show you any pictures.
I
am proud of my close friendships. Flo, Korene and Doris have each been dear to me for over fifty
years. I have great cousins and other friends that I love with all my heart. I tell them all
the time how much I love them and how much I treasure our friendship. We all delight in laughing
about things that happened in the past. We remember the good times and the bad times we've had
together. Like the time I made Doris's wedding hat out of pink fluffy feathers to match her
pink wedding dress. We were sure she looked absolutely elegant. However, when she took her hat
to wear on her honeymoon, her brand-new husband had a hissy fit. He told her to take it off
and toss it out because it made her look like a sick bird. Thank God her marriage survived but
the hat did not.
My
Cousin Tootsie and I still laugh about the time when I was staying at her house and we slept
in the same bed. We were laughing and having fun when her father, my Uncle Dave, came into the
room to tell us to shut up and be quiet. He was wearing a short T-shirt, and lo and behold,
his penis was in full sight dangling between his legs. I had never seen a penis before and it
scared the hell out of me. Tootise and I still laugh as we remember how we stopped talking and
fell asleep.
However,
I never harbored any hard feelings for Uncle Dave. He and other family members got together
and sent my parents the money to buy passage to come to America from Russia. My parents settled
in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in 1924 together with my two sisters. I was about five years old
when my mother told me in yiddish how upset she was with me in her tummy. "Oye Annuli (her
term of endearment for me) I didn't know a word of English and Papa couldn't make a living,
and here I was having a baby." She went on to tell me how she drank caster oil, jumped
up and down umpteen times and took hot baths hoping to end this pregnancy. "Oye, Annuli
you just wouldn't go away." I guess I was born determined to make it. But my Papa and Momma
made my birth on January 9, 1925 a happy event. They were proud of me, their only American child.
Many times they told me that I was a blessing from God. To this day, I still remember those
words, which are like music to my ears. A big smile slides form cheek-to-cheek every time my
thoughts remind me that I was a blessing from God.
I
have deep lines on my face from laughing and smiling, I love the deep crevices engraved near
both my cheeks. They show I have had a good life filled with many experiences, both good and
bad. I've started to ask people I know what makes them happy. When I asked my one son what makes
him happy, he looked at his wife and said to her with a smile, "You make me happy."
His wife's eyes lit up as she responded, 'You and my family make me happy." So take a moment
and ask yourself what makes you happy and treasure these thoughts. I am happy that I am alive
and grateful that I am healthy enough to sit in a chair and write this book. It is designed
to start you thinking of the many ways you can add to your happiness.
Dr. Ann Moliver
Ruben
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