A Beautiful Tribute to Love
How to Dance in the Rain
It was a busy morning, about 8:30 , when an elderly gentleman in his
80's arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb.
He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
The nurse took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it
would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw
him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with
another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well
healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies
to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another
doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to
eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a
victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not
recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even
though she doesn't know who you are?'
He smiled
As he patted my hand and said,
'She doesn't know me,
But
I still know who she is.'
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and
thought,
'That is the kind of love
I want in my life.'
True love is neither
Physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and
will not be.
With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is
one that comes along that has an important message. This one I
thought
I could share with you.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
They just make the best
Of everything they have.
I hope you share this with someone you care about.
I just did.
And as you taught me,
My Dear Friend
'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,
But
"How to dance in the rain."
How to Dance in the Rain
It was a busy morning, about 8:30 , when an elderly gentleman in his
80's arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb.
He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
The nurse took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it
would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw
him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with
another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well
healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies
to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another
doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to
eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a
victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not
recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even
though she doesn't know who you are?'
He smiled
As he patted my hand and said,
'She doesn't know me,
But
I still know who she is.'
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and
thought,
'That is the kind of love
I want in my life.'
True love is neither
Physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and
will not be.
With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is
one that comes along that has an important message. This one I
thought
I could share with you.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
They just make the best
Of everything they have.
I hope you share this with someone you care about.
I just did.
And as you taught me,
My Dear Friend
'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,
But
"How to dance in the rain."
Thank you,
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