Assalamualaikum w.b.t..
This weekend....alone again and again...:'(
My roomates have joined the Persada's activities again and again...(lol seems like 2pm's song)
but,never mind,hopely they in good condition.amiin..
Today,wanna share a 'love story' to u all,my brothers and sisters...^_^
This weekend....alone again and again...:'(
My roomates have joined the Persada's activities again and again...(lol seems like 2pm's song)
but,never mind,hopely they in good condition.amiin..
Today,wanna share a 'love story' to u all,my brothers and sisters...^_^
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly
gentleman in his 80′s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.
He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat,
knowing it would be over an hour
before someone would to able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch and
decided, since I was not busy with another patient,
I would evaluate his wound.
On examining,I saw that it was well healed, so I talked to one of the
doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his stitches and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he
had another doctor’s appointment
this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he
needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast
with his wife. I inquired as to her health.
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she
was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be
upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew
who he was, that she had not
recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him,
‘And you still go every morning, even though she
doesn’t know who you are?’
He smiled as he patted my hand and said,
‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps
on my arm, and thought,
‘That is the kind of love I want in my life.’
Moral:
True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is,
has been, will be, and will not be.
gentleman in his 80′s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.
He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat,
knowing it would be over an hour
before someone would to able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch and
decided, since I was not busy with another patient,
I would evaluate his wound.
On examining,I saw that it was well healed, so I talked to one of the
doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his stitches and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he
had another doctor’s appointment
this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he
needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast
with his wife. I inquired as to her health.
He told me that she had been there for a while and that she
was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be
upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew
who he was, that she had not
recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him,
‘And you still go every morning, even though she
doesn’t know who you are?’
He smiled as he patted my hand and said,
‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps
on my arm, and thought,
‘That is the kind of love I want in my life.’
Moral:
True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is,
has been, will be, and will not be.
*I got this story from Millatfacebook network...dunno who's post it.*
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