My friend, Janice emailed this to me this morning, and this was simply too beautiful to keep to myself - I simply had to share it. I count my blessings each and every day, and I praise God for all that He is and all that He gives.
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 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
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 from God, that is why it is called ' The Present.'
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 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
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 from God, that is why it is called ' The Present.'

















11 comments:
I hadn't seen that one before. Thanks for sharing such an encouraging story. A great reminder to me...
Hi Devildogwife,
You're very welcome! :)
Have a great week,
Blessings,
Jillian
Thanks for sharing that beautiful story, Jillian. It reminds us how precious it is to give, to bless others with our words and actions. An autograph of my mother's comes to mind too.
"Two men looked out through prison bars. One saw mud, the other stars."
What a beautiful story!
What a beautiful story!
Hi Jillian,
Happy New Year. :)
This story reminded me of something I read in Corrie Ten Boom's autobiography last year. She said her mother, on her once a week outing outside into the town would look up at the peek of sky she could see between the rows of houses in Holland, and enjoy watching that small patch of sky, and it would encourage her every week. We don't need big grand vistas, or the latest and greatest whatevers to make us happy and contented - we just need to see what God surrounds us with. I am learning that God always gives us something to encourage us by.
I must admit I seldom read "these" types of stories. They usually all have the same message. However, I was having "one-of-those" days and knew I may need this message. Thank you! It did the job!
I am going to boot leg it for my blog too! Hope you don't mind!
Hi Ruby,
You're very welcome. It's SO easy to become engrossed in our own little worlds, but much nicer to be able to give back to people. :D
I love your mum's autograph - it's beautiful. ;)
Have a great week,
Blessings,
Jillian
Hi Therese,
Thank you - I thought that it was absolutely beautiful, too, and too beautiful to keep to myself.
Thank you for the beautiful card that you sent - we received it yesterday (4th January). :)
Have a great week,
Blessings,
Jillian
Hi Amy,
Happy New Year to you, too. :D
I am so happy with what God has provided us with, and the Bible verse for this that I hold close to my ♥ is: I have learned therefore in whatsoever state I am therewith to be content. (paraphrased) :)
Have a great week,
Blessings,
Jillian
Hi Michelle,
You're very welcome. :)
I always read these types of stories, as it is through them that I am encouraged to encourage others. :)
My friend, Janice, sends me lots of these and they are great - some greater than others.
I'm glad that they helped to encourage you. Feel free to "bootleg" it to your blog.
Have a great week,
Blessings,
Jillian
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