A story to be shared. Taken from e-mail.
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied in the same hospital room.
One men 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.
Whereas 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 room mate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed had begun to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by the activity and the colour of the outside world. 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 colour and fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man beside the window described all this in exquisite details, 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 could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eyes as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks, and months passed.
One morning, a nurse arrived to bring water for their bathe 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 move to 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 besides 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 the 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."
So yeah....
Moral of the story :
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but when you shared happiness, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count on the things that can't be bought by money.
Today is a gift, that is why it is called as The Present.
