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The Hospital Window
A great note for all to read. it will take just 40 seconds to read 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 must
brings good luck to everyone who passes it on and practices
!!
Do not keep this story.
Just forward it to your friends to whom you wish blessings.
IGS notes:
This is one
gem of the Gita in a very effective way:
Anena-prasavishya-dhvam (progress by
helping each other. Gita verse 3.10)
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