Topic: Good story

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man
was allowed to sit up 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, 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 one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened
by all the activity and colour 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 colour and a fine view of the city
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 to
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

Re: Good story

CM, this is the most beautiful story and the Epilogue is so very true. I am going to post this to my Facebook, if you don't mind. Like Gavin says, I am stealing it!

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Re: Good story

Thank you for sharing and caring.

Wishing all God's blessings!

Re: Good story

What a lovely story.  thanx for sharing.

Survivor of cholangiocarcinoma (2009), thyroid cancer (1999), and breast cancer (1994).

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