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Encouraging Stories

 

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“THE HAPPIEST OF PEOPLE DON’T NECESSARILY HAVE THE BEST OF EVERYTHING; THEY JUST MAKE THE MOST OF EVERYTHING THAT COMES ALONG THEIR WAY”.


Encouragement

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. PEOPLE WALKING 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.”

AS THE MAN SMILED, HE TURNED TO THE NURSE TO SAY HOW BLESSED HE WAS TO HAVE KNOWN HIM, AND HOW CONFIDENT HE WAS TO GET BETTER NOW, AND SO HE DID…

“THERE IS TREMENDOUS HAPPINESS IN MAKING OTHERS HAPPY, IN SPITE OF OUR OWN SITUATIONS. IF YOU WANT TO FEEL RICH, JUST COUNT ALL THE THINGS YOU HAVE THAT MONEY CAN’T BUY”!

From: Inspiringstories.com.

 

The Park Bench

BE A LIGHT TO OTHERS AND YOU WONT STUMBLE ON YOUR OWN PATH.

STORY

THE PARK BENCH WAS DESERTED AS I SAT DOWN TO READ BENEATH THE LONG, STRAGGLY BRANCHES OF AN OLD WILLOW TREE.  DISILLUSIONED BY LIFE WITH GOOD REASON TO FROWN, FOR THE WORLD WAS INTENT ON DRAGGING ME DOWN.

AND IF THAT WEREN’T ENOUGH TO RUIN MY DAY, A YOUNG BOY OUT OF BREATH APPROACHED ME, ALL TIRED FROM PLAY.  HE STOOD RIGHT BEFORE ME WITH HIS HEAD TILTED DOWN AND SAID WITH GREAT EXCITEMENT, “LOOK WHAT I FOUND!”

IN HIS HAND WAS A FLOWER, AND WHAT A PITIFUL SIGHT, WITH ITS PETALS ALL WORN – NOT ENOUGH RAIN, OR TOO LITTLE LIGHT.  WANTING HIM TO TAKE HIS DEAD FLOWER AND GO OFF TO PLAY, I FAKED A SMALL SMILE AND THEN SHIFTED AWAY.

BUT INSTEAD OF RETREATING HE SAT NEXT TO MY SIDE AND PLACED THE FLOWER TO HIS NOSE AND DECLARED WITH OVERACTED SURPRISE, “IT SURE SMELLS PRETTY AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL, TOO. THAT’S WHY I PICKED IT; HERE, IT’S FOR YOU.”  THE WEED BEFORE ME WAS DYING OR DEAD.  NOT VIBRANT OF COLORS: ORANGE, YELLOW OR RED.

BUT I KNEW I MUST TAKE IT, OR HE MIGHT NEVER LEAVE.  SO I REACHED FOR THE FLOWER, AND REPLIED,  “JUST WHAT I NEED.”  BUT INSTEAD OF HIM PLACING THE FLOWER IN MY HAND, HE HELD IT MID-AIR WITHOUT REASON OR PLAN.

IT WAS THEN THAT I NOTICED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME THAT WEED-TOTING BOY COULD NOT SEE: HE WAS BLIND.

I HEARD MY VOICE QUIVER; TEARS SHONE IN THE SUN AS I THANKED HIM FOR PICKING THE VERY BEST ONE.  “YOU’RE WELCOME,”  HE SMILED, AND THEN RAN OFF TO PLAY, UNAWARE OF THE IMPACT HE’D HAD ON MY DAY.

I SAT THERE AND WONDERED HOW HE MANAGED TO SEE A SELF-PITYING PERSON BENEATH AN OLD WILLOW TREE. HOW DID HE KNOW OF MY SELF-INDULGED PLIGHT? PERHAPS FROM HIS HEART, HE’D BEEN BLESSED WITH TRUE SIGHT.

THROUGH THE EYES OF A BLIND CHILD, AT LAST I COULD SEE THE PROBLEM WAS NOT WITH THE WORLD; THE PROBLEM WAS ME.  AND FOR ALL OF THOSE TIMES I MYSELF HAD BEEN BLIND, I VOWED TO SEE THE BEAUTY IN LIFE, AND APPRECIATE EVERY SECOND THAT’S MINE.

AND THEN I HELD THAT WILTED FLOWER UP TO MY NOSE AND BREATHED IN THE FRAGRANCE OF A BEAUTIFUL ROSE AND SMILED AS I WATCHED THAT YOUNG BOY, ANOTHER WEED IN HIS HAND, ABOUT TO CHANGE THE LIFE OF ANOTHER UNSUSPECTING INDIVIDUAL.

From: Inspiringstories.com.