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Subject: THE WINDOW Author: Dusty [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08:43:17 03/14/02 Thu Author Host/IP: spider-tq023.proxy.aol.com/152.163.201.53 Hi y'all.....miss me? Had a really yucky month but I'm B-A-C-K!! This was a story that I heard LONG ago and I decided to see if I could make it rhyme!!!!! Ps...Hey JIMBRO....what's up at the Realm? I tried but can't post anything.....was I gone THAT long? Love Dustysis THE WINDOW The room was stark and painted white With two beds side by side Hospitals all seemed much the same Whether patients lived or died One large window graced the wall In each bed lay a man Stopped short in the prime of life For fate had other plans One survived a tragic wreck That had left him paralyzed Unable to move a muscle And wishing he had died! The other had been ill as well With a dangerous, rare infection Medicines dripped from different tubes Per his chart's direction The hours passed as days went by The boredom was very bad The two men talked, for conversation Was the only pasttime that they had The man whose bed was near the door Could not even turn his head Just stared up at the ceiling Wishing out loud he were dead The other man was sympathetic And did his daily best To raise his roommate's spirits And inspire him to meet this test The two men talked for hours And became the best of friends Even planned to get together When their convalescence reached an end Each afternoon the second man In his rich and cultured voice Described the world outside their window Where life went on without a choice He talked about the little park That the window squarely faced Detailing all the flower beds Rich colors, so neatly spaced Which ones were in bloom that day How vibrant each one looked The paralyzed man could almost see them Much like pictures in a book As days went by, the 'window' man Continued his decriptions Of life and nature close at hand As his roommate enjoyed the visions The speaker's words would weave a web About the folks he'd see Young couples strolling hand in hand Small children running free... Ball games played across the park The traffic going by Construction on a distant building Or just a hovering butterfly Whatever slice of life he'd see He somehow would contrive With just his voice to make the scene For his roommate come alive The paralyzed man was gradually Abandoning his self-pity Realizing that out there was still A vibrant, bustling city And though his life, from that point on Would never be the same He'd simply have to do his best That no one was to blame And then one morning when he woke He learned to his dismay That his friend sometime during the night Had peacefully passed away He was torn with much regret That he'd never had the chance To thank his friend for all he'd done They'd never even shared a glance! He asked the nurse that afternoon In slow and halting tones If she'd move him to the window Now that he was here alone... She didn't seem to understand So he told her how his friend Had described the park in great detail Before he'd reached the end The nurse was silent as he finished Then she reached for his hand "Sir....I'll take you to the window But you must understand.... There is no park....at least not here This window has no view at all! This room is in the oldest wing It faces nothing but a wall!" The man was now completely stunned "But that simply cannot be! He described it all in great detail! Every single thing he'd see! The flower beds....the buildings The children playing ball!! And now you say there's nothing there Except a blank, brick wall?" The nurse then paused, "Your roommate, sir, Was wise, as well as kind... He gave you back the will to live But he himself was blind! Maybe he just wanted very much To encourage you to live And his stories and descriptions Were all he had to give... The man then lay unmoving Weeping silent, bitter tears The thought of what his friend had done Would stay in his heart for years He realized that he'd been given The gift of selfless love And that one day he would thank his friend When they met up above... In this story there's a lesson That each of us should learn Never let a chance go by To do another some good turn Even if its just a smile A hug or one kind word... You'll never know how lives were changed Or what it meant to those who heard! [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Re: THE WINDOW Wanda 14:04:13 03/16/02 Sat Re: THE WINDOW -- Dusty, 21:14:53 03/16/02 Sat Re: THE WINDOW Hope 23:37:25 03/17/02 Sun Re: THE WINDOW marenda 06:27:55 03/18/02 Mon