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 colour 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 colour 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 details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months 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 besides 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 is why it is called The Present. When we give, we do not merely give of ourselves and that which we give becomes part of another and touches the heart of the receiver.

As Bob Marley said, “The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively.”

Read a quote by Anthony Douglas Williams this morning that goes, “Spending time with children is more important than spending money on children.” While we are busy making a living to provide for our little ones, they are also quietly growing up. We have missed the most crucial years of our children; some have said these are the most ‘fun’ and fulfilling years.

These are the years where the most changes occurred. I have always said, “Children (the word which I having been using to refer to kids in the age range from baby to toddler and before they start their formal education) grow up very fast, and before we know it, they are all grown up already. These are the years when they want to stick to us wherever we go and don’t talk about private time for ourselves because even in the toilet, they will insist on keeping us company as if we cannot handle our own pee and poo; talking about who’s in charge in the family. These are also the greatest years to some parents! Were these also your greatest years?

Reading that quote by Anthony Douglas Williams this morning also reminded me of something I read from Jen Hatmaker about 1-2 months ago, which I thought makes a lot of sense. I couldn’t have said it better than Jen Hatmaker and so I’ll leave you with her words below:

“you will never have this day with your children again. tomorrow, they’ll be a little older than they were today. this day is a gift. breathe and notice. smell and touch them; study their faces and little feet and pay attention. Relish the charms of the Present. enjoy today, mama. it will be over before you know it.“

I hope that this poem can inspire you, as much as it does for me, to live your life courageously, passionately, to the fullest and touching the lives of others along this path of yours. And let us always remember to count our blessings each and everyday.

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.

Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.

Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.

Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.

Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place.

Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.

If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.

Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.