The Present

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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 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 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 is why it is called The Present ..'
 

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I guess the point of the story is that life is what you make it. Thanks Brad, I needed that today. :)
 
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Good story and I've read it somewhere before, but it definately makes me have greater appreciation for the things I have.








I'm going to pass out laughing if someone asks for cliffs


Cool, bro!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for letting us know that. We were all concerned about what your reaction would be if someone asked for cliffs and now we can all rest assured.
 

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good read...

although i noticed a seemingly strong resemblence of the folklore based "scary stories to tell in the dark" story called "The Bed By the Window".

THE BED BY THE WINDOW

The three old men shared a room at the nursing home. Their room had only one window, but for them it was the only link to the real world. Ted Conklin, who had been there the longest, had the bed next to the window. When Ted died, the man in the next bed, George Best, took his place; and the third man, Richard Greene, took George's bed.

Despite his illness, George was a cheerful man who spent his days describing the sights he could see from his bed--pretty girls, a policeman on horseback, a traffic jam, a pizza parlor, a fire station and other scenes of life outside. Richard loved to listen to George. But the more George talked about life outside, the more Richard wanted to see it for himself. Yet he knew that only when George died would he have the chance. He wanted to lookout that window so badly that one day he decided to kill George.

"He is going to die soon anyway," he told himself. "What difference would it make?'' George had a bad heart. If he had an attack during the night and a nurse could not get to him right away, he had pills he could take. He kept them in a bottle on top of the cabinet between his bed and Richard's. All Richard had to do was knock the bottle to the floor where George could not reach it.

A few nights later George died just as Richard had planned he would. And the next morning Richard was moved to the bed by the window. Now he would see for himself all the things outside that George had described. After the nurses had left, Richard turned to the window and looked out. But all he could see was a blank brick wall.


Like I said, darker, but i'd heard it at least 15 years before this version made it's way to me.
 
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Good story and I've read it somewhere before, but it definately makes me have greater appreciation for the things I have.











Cool, bro!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for letting us know that. We were all concerned about what your reaction would be if someone asked for cliffs and now we can all rest assured.


Thank you i'm here all week.
 

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