littlekateyes
Artist of the soul
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I received this in an email today, and thought some of you might enjoy this.
The Window
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was
allowed to sit up in his bed in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help
drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families,
their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service and where
they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the
window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate
all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those on-hour periods where his
world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colors of the
world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and
swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young
lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of
the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on
the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque
scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band, he could see it. In his
mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive
words. Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to
find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in
his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the
body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved
next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after
making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look
at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn and look out the
window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who
had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said "perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own
situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money
can't buy.
"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the Present."
The Window
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was
allowed to sit up in his bed in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help
drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families,
their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service and where
they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the
window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate
all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those on-hour periods where his
world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colors of the
world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and
swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young
lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of
the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on
the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque
scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band, he could see it. In his
mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive
words. Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to
find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in
his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the
body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved
next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after
making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look
at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn and look out the
window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who
had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said "perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own
situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money
can't buy.
"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the Present."
