Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The Hospital Window

I read this and it put several things into perspective for me this morning. 
I am in awe of people that face adversity with an open heart and show strength while enduring pain (emotional, physical, etc) I cannot imagine. 
What will my words say to them?  
I know strong women & men, my Mom, and several on the blogs. 
I admire them and hope I would be as strong as they when my time comes.

 The Hospital Window
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 details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this 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's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months 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 firstlook 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 to live and get well soon to have a look at all the nice things of this world.'
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 is why it is called The Present.'
I am glad to have people on blogs to know, meet, listen too, talk with and enjoy the company of many people.
Thank you!!!


  1. Carole! This is probably THE most beautiful and moving story I have ever heard in my life. I am moved to tears and very appreciative that you took the time to post it here for our encouragement....Thank you. :)

  2. I have heard this story before, but it always bears repeating.

    And may we practice noticing our blessings, and living in The Present, as much as possible.

    I'm happy to have met you, and be reading your blog, as well.

    Gentle hugs...

  3. I love this story and you are so correct, each day is a gift. How we accept each day is a choice we have. With all of life's bumps and grinds and pain, at times, dealing us blows once in awhile, we just have to pick ourselves up and keep going until they are far behind us and we can feel the sun on our faces again!

  4. Oh Carole this is lovely.. the tears are streaming down my face so hard they hitting my desk...This has truly touched me.
    Yes each day is a gift but somedays it's just so hard to think of it this way...
    Wishing you the best tomorrow!
    I love you ~Mary~ :-}