Monday, April 18, 2011

The Rain

The Rain



It was a busy
morning, about 8:30, when an elderly

gentleman in his 80's arrived to have
stitches removed from his thumb.

He said he was in a hurry as he had an
appointment at 9:00 am.

I 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..



'Life isn't about
how to survive the storm,
But how to dance

in the rain.'
We are all getting Older
Tomorrow may be our turn.

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