This is a wonderful story, enjoy....
It's one of those pass it on things, but the main story
itself is just too good not to pass on. 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.
And 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 of the rainbow.
Grand old trees graced the landscape, 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 world outside.
Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. 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 of the things you have that money can't buy. "Today is a
gift, that's why it is called the present."
To realize the value of one year. Ask a student who has failed a
final exam. To realize the value of one month: Ask a mother who has given
birth to a premature baby. To realize the value of one week: Ask an
editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value of one hour: Ask the lovers
who are waiting to meet. To realize the value of one minute: Ask a person who
has missed the train, bus or plane. To realize the value of one second:
Ask a person who has survived an accident. To realize the value of one
millisecond: Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.
Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will
treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.