
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 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 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 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's why it is called the present."
tag: story, encouragement, happiness, grief
Gabeh, ang cool ng post na ito. Tinamaan ako.
I love the last part about shared grief is halved and shared happiness is doubled... Ang galing talaga! I can't get over the idea the story wanted to convey...
Jigs
September 1, 2006 at 3:14 AMyeah, i couldn't agree more.. ^^
Jinjiruks
September 1, 2006 at 3:56 AMwah! ang ganda naman ng post na 2... T_T wah!! kakatouch...
potpot
September 1, 2006 at 8:53 AMfan mo na ako mula ngaun....
Anonymous
September 1, 2006 at 12:25 PMI read this a couple of years ago and it touched my heart...thanks for posting it again Jin!
jef
September 1, 2006 at 1:52 PMactually forwarded message lang sya thru email. wala lang. i feel na kelangang i post sa blog ko. ^^
Jinjiruks
September 1, 2006 at 7:26 PMastig ng post! ganda!
Anonymous
September 1, 2006 at 8:25 PMwahihihi.... natutuwa naman ako.... natouch ako at naawa...
Anonymous
September 1, 2006 at 10:07 PMthanks sa comment again
Jinjiruks
September 2, 2006 at 11:33 AMthis is what we call blog!!!! yeahbahhhh!!!!!!!!
keem
September 2, 2006 at 3:36 PMwaa.. bakit na naman kimpoy?!
Jinjiruks
September 2, 2006 at 9:17 PM