Perspective

Today is Sunday and since I already wrote early this morning I decided to just share a story with you. I hope I haven't already given it to you, but it is an amazing one. Perspective is a wonderful thing and something that is easy to lose on days when life seems too tough. I didn't make it to church today, it is going to be hard to go out in public without any prosthetic or Mrs. Doubtfire on. But they both hurt too bad to be worn on raw skin. I am already dreading going out tomorrow for my treatment, but I don't think I really have any other choice. For those of you that usually see me, please know that I would rather be out and about... than cooped up in my house. But unless we can come up with a jacket that is already pre-padded, I think I will be staying in for awhile. I am telling you... with all the wonderful inventions that there are in the world, you would think that someone would come up with items to aid us (cancer survivors). Maybe I will do it myself some day?

Have a great evening and thanks again for all your love and support!

 

                              HOSPTIAL WINDOWS                                     Author Unknown  

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.
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 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 of the rainbow.  Grand old trees graced 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 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 world outside.  Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.
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."

 

"Vision is the art of seeing the invisible."   ____Jonathan Swift

"The most pathetic person in the world is someone who has sight, but has no vision."  ___Helen Keller