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Subject: FW: Something to think about
From: "Mark Goodman" <mkgoodman@worldnet.att.net>
Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2006 14:18:24 -0500
A great note for all to read it will take just 37 seconds to read this and 
change your thinking 



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 
detail, 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 couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as
the 
gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. 

Days and weeks passed. 

One morning, the da y 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 beside 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 happi ness 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's 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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