Tuesday, March 12, 2013

CoUnT tHy bLeSsiNgS


Credit: honeyvin of pD
THE MAN IN THE OTHER BED...Worth reading Read this and you will
inspired. It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your

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 t
he 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. 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 ." The origin of this letter is unknown,
but it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on. Do not keep this
letter. Just forward it to your friends to whom you wish blessings. :)


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