The window

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 message is unknown, but it brings good luck to everyone  who passes it on. Do not keep this letter. Do not  send money. Just send the link to your friends to whom  you wish good luck.

People will  forget what you said...
People will  forget what you did...
But people  will never forget how you made them feel...

Author: unknown