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Bulletins Bulletin : Published and Discussed
Date: Friday, March 12, 2004
From: Someone
Subject:
~~***Life's like that***~~
Description:


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 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."

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 good luck.

You will see that something good happens to you four days from today.


People Discussion
-koli-
(Friday, March 12, 2004)

hmm...it's all true...we all know it belive so.
"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
>>i eagerly belive init.


Rahol
(Friday, March 12, 2004)


Hmm

Asma
(Friday, March 12, 2004)



ssswamje
(Friday, March 12, 2004)

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money

can't buy

very nice.......there is no tomorrow....

-Gemini-
(Friday, March 12, 2004)

I've read this one before....and it touches my heart everytime...


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