The Hospital Window

[Connie B]

I think this is the right Forum for this.

THE HOSPITAL WINDOW

A great note for all to read it will take just 37 seconds to read this

and change your thinking

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 color

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 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.'

Epilogue:

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 origin of this letter is unknown.

[recce101]

I think this is the right Forum for this.

Any forum would be the right forum. It's a marvelous story.

Ned

[RandyW]

too early too be crying like this !!

[sharonjo]

Connie,

I've got goosebumps! Thanks for posting.

Sharon

[Angie-in-SC]

gave me goosebumps too. Thank you for sharing.

Angie-in-SC

[shellit74]

Thanks for posting, it was great.

Shelli

[teriw]

I loved that -- thank you Connie.