[MOL] Thursday Chicken Soup For The Soul [03235] Medicine On Line


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[MOL] Thursday Chicken Soup For The Soul



Good Morning My FRiends,

HOpe you enjoy this mornings message.

The Window
   
       There were once two men, both seriously ill, in the same 
  small room of a great hospital. Quite a small room, it had one 
  window looking out on the world. One of the men, as part of his 
  treatment, was allowed to sit up in bed for an hour in the 
  afternoon (something to do with draining the fluid from his 
  lungs). His bed was next to the window. But the other man had to 
  spend all his time flat on his back.
       Every afternoon when the man next to the window was propped 
  up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing what he 
  could see outside. The window apparently overlooked a park where 
  there was a lake. There were ducks and swans in the lake, and 
  children came to throw them bread and sail model boats. Young 
  lovers walked hand in hand beneath the trees, and there were 
  flowers and stretches of grass, games of softball. And at the 
  back, behind the fringe of trees, was a fine view of the city 
  skyline.
       The man on his back would listen to the other man describe 
  all of this, enjoying every minute. He heard how a child nearly 
  fell into the lake, and how beautiful the girls were in their 
  summer dresses. His friend's descriptions eventually made him 
  feel he could almost see what was happening outside.
       Then one fine afternoon, the thought struck him: Why should 
  the man next to the window have all the pleasure of seeing what 
  was going on? Why shouldn't he get the chance? He felt ashamed, 
  but the more he tried not to think like that, the worse he wanted 
  a change. He'd do anything! One night as he stared at the 
  ceiling, the other man suddenly woke up, coughing and choking, 
  his hands groping for the button that would bring the nurse 
  running. But the man watched without moving - even when the sound 
  of breathing stopped. In the morning, the nurse found the other 
  man dead, and quietly took his body away.
       As soon as it seemed decent, the man asked if he could be 
  switched to the bed next to the window. So they moved him, tucked 
  him in, and made him quite comfortable. The minute they left, he 
  propped himself up on one elbow, painfully and laboriously, and 
  looked out the window.
       It faced a blank wall.
  
God Bless
marty auslander
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