Afterthought….

Afterthought….

There where two men both ill, they occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed each afternoon for an hour, 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.

Then men talked for hours on end, they spoke of their wives and families, their homes, jobs their involvement in the military service and where they been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window would sit up, he would pass time describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside.

The man on the other bed began to live for those 1 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.

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 could not hear the band he could see it, in his mind as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. One morning the 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. As soon as it was appropriate, the other man asked to be moved near the window, the nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly and painfully the man propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside, he strained to slowly turn to look out the window by the bed, it faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate to describe such wonderful things outside the window that was not even there!

The nurse said that the man was blind, and “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you!”

The moral: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, BUT happiness when shared, is DOUBLED.

“Today is a gift, that is why it is called “the present.” People may forget what you said, people WILL forget what you did, BUT people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.”

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