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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, but it brings good luck to
everyone who passes it on. Do not keep this letter. Do not send
money. Just forward it to your friends to whom you wish good luck.
You will see that something good happens to you four days from today.
People will forget what you said...
People would forget what you did...
But people will never forget how you made them
feel...
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, but it brings good luck to
everyone who passes it on. Do not keep this letter. Do not send
money. Just forward it to your friends to whom you wish good luck.
You will see that something good happens to you four days from today.
People will forget what you said...
People would forget what you did...
But people will never forget how you made them
feel...
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