The man by the
windows...
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 and hours.
They spoke of their
wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service,
where they had been on vacation. And 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 when his world would be broadened
and cheerful by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked
a green & beautiful park with a lovely lake full of water. The lake was full of
different colors of lily & Lotus flowers and leaves. Ducks and swans played on the water
coupled. Children sailed their model boats and they were very happy seeing their
moving boats and lights. Young lovers walked arm in arm, some were sitting very closely below the flower plants and bushes. Flowers of many colors were bunched together and spread across forming a natural rainbow. Grand old trees make more attractive the
landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the
window described all this extreme beauty 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
sketched it with descriptive words.
Days and Weeks passed by. Then, unexpectedly, a dark and sinister thought entered in the mind of the person who was placed at the other side of the window. Why should the man by the window
alone experience all
the pleasures of seeing everything while he himself never got to see anything? It didn't seem fair. At first thought the
man felt ashamed. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy
eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and he found
himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window--that thought, and only
that thought, now controlled his life.
Late one night as he
lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking
on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the
struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across
the room he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought
the nurse running in. In less than five
minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, and along with that, the sound of breathing.
Now there was only silence, deathly silence.
The following morning
the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the
lifeless body of the man by the window, she was very saddened. She called the hospital
attendants to take it 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
world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all by himself. He strained to slowly
turn to look out the window beside the bed. To his surprise, 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, "The earlier man was blind and
could not even see the wall....Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you through his words."
This is a story by
Harry Buschman with a great moral. It says there is tremendous happiness in making
others happy, despite our own situations.Lets all think about one way we can bring
someone happiness....
Cheers !
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