Discussion in 'Fibromyalgia Main Forum' started by stinker56, Nov 16, 2005.

  1. stinker56

    stinker56 New Member

    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, families, homes, jobs, involvement in the military and where they had gone on vacations.
    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 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 parage 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 he window beside the bed....
    It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate to have 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.
  2. getfitat40

    getfitat40 New Member

    for sharing this one. It puts things into perspective doesn't it!
  3. ldbgcoleman

    ldbgcoleman New Member

    My friend passed awy at 40 a couple of years ago of ALS and left 4 daughters behind. He was hoping he had Lymes and had several Lymes tests. Whenever I feel whiney I think of how lucky I am! Lynn
  4. icki_vicki2001

    icki_vicki2001 New Member

    I have read this story in the basic content, and I appreciate the reminder. Just when you feel like you are in the lowest point in your life keep this email handy and read it every time.When you start to realize that things aren't as bad as it may seem whem tou see the person who can't see the beauties of the world, or walk on the beach and feel the sand between their toes because the have no legs, OR just so depressed they feel they have nothing to live for.This is when these people need a little help to realize life is what you make it, and if you can't do it on your own....ask for help. It will come to you in many different ways.

    Thanks fro the reminder....I NEEDED IT!


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