Regnet har fått mig att tänka på en berättelse jag läste på nätet i våras. Det känns som att det är dags att dela med mig av den precis NU. Läs här en liten historia som får håret att resa sig med ett pirrande i pälsen – av värme och lycka – den sortens lilla betraktelse som jag vill du ska bära med dig i hjärtat… länge länge… Varsågod:
It was around 8:30 on a busy morning when an elderly gentleman 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 and 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” but 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 might not 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. I thought ”That is the kind of love I want in my life! True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be…
The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have…
Life isn’t about how to
survive the storm,
but how to dance in the rain.
