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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