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 colour 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 colour 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.
By Kenny Mitts.
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