A nice story about hope.
"Your son is here," said the nurse told the old man who was lying weak in bed. The nurse repeated the words over and over before the old man's eyes open. The old man seemed very quiet and only semi-conscious after suffering a heart attack the night before. He could see a vague form of the posture of a young uniformed Marine, who was standing beside his bed.
The old man held out his hand about to touch the hand of the youth. The radius of the strong hand holding a weak hand with a gentle old man. The nurse brought a chair, so that Marines could sit beside the bed.
Throughout the night, the young Marine sat in a dimly lit room, while holding the old man's hand and saying words of encouragement. Dying old man who was just silent, but do not let the weak grip on the boy's hand. As if oblivious to the sound of an oxygen tank, groaning sound from the other patients, and the guards busy night hospital wards and out of the hospital, the Marines were still on the side of the old man.
Sometimes, when a nurse came to check the condition of his patient, he heard the Marines were whispering words of comfort to the old man. Several times during the long night, the nurse came back and suggested that the Marines were taking a break. But each time, the young man refused.
Toward dawn, the old man's eyes shut forever. Marines were laying hands the old man who no longer lifeless on the bed and went to call the nurse. When the nurse taking care of the bodies of old men, young marines waited patiently. And when the nurse returned, she said a sense of condolences. But, the Marines were interrupted.
"Who is the old man?" he asked.
Surprised, the nurse replied, "He's your father."
"No, he's not my father," said the young man. "I've never met him."
"Then why did you not say anything when I take you to him?"
"I know there is an error with the party that sent me home with the permission of a sudden leave of absence. Actually that happened, in my unit there is one more person who named the same as me. We are also derived from the same town and we have almost the same serial number. So , it seems they were wrong to send me, "explained the young man.
"But I also knew he'd need his son, his son was not at his side. It seems because the condition does very well, so he could not recognize me as his son or not. When I realized that he desperately needed someone to be by his side, I decided to accompany him ... "
"Your son is here," said the nurse told the old man who was lying weak in bed. The nurse repeated the words over and over before the old man's eyes open. The old man seemed very quiet and only semi-conscious after suffering a heart attack the night before. He could see a vague form of the posture of a young uniformed Marine, who was standing beside his bed.
The old man held out his hand about to touch the hand of the youth. The radius of the strong hand holding a weak hand with a gentle old man. The nurse brought a chair, so that Marines could sit beside the bed.
Throughout the night, the young Marine sat in a dimly lit room, while holding the old man's hand and saying words of encouragement. Dying old man who was just silent, but do not let the weak grip on the boy's hand. As if oblivious to the sound of an oxygen tank, groaning sound from the other patients, and the guards busy night hospital wards and out of the hospital, the Marines were still on the side of the old man.
Sometimes, when a nurse came to check the condition of his patient, he heard the Marines were whispering words of comfort to the old man. Several times during the long night, the nurse came back and suggested that the Marines were taking a break. But each time, the young man refused.
Toward dawn, the old man's eyes shut forever. Marines were laying hands the old man who no longer lifeless on the bed and went to call the nurse. When the nurse taking care of the bodies of old men, young marines waited patiently. And when the nurse returned, she said a sense of condolences. But, the Marines were interrupted.
"Who is the old man?" he asked.
Surprised, the nurse replied, "He's your father."
"No, he's not my father," said the young man. "I've never met him."
"Then why did you not say anything when I take you to him?"
"I know there is an error with the party that sent me home with the permission of a sudden leave of absence. Actually that happened, in my unit there is one more person who named the same as me. We are also derived from the same town and we have almost the same serial number. So , it seems they were wrong to send me, "explained the young man.
"But I also knew he'd need his son, his son was not at his side. It seems because the condition does very well, so he could not recognize me as his son or not. When I realized that he desperately needed someone to be by his side, I decided to accompany him ... "
(Story sourced from the book Chicken Soup for the Couple's Soul's Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen)
from : m.andriewongso.com
I was among those who do not believe in the existence of chance (accidental) in human life. For me, everything is already there is a set for the occurrence of a good for everyone. Materialize or not all of which have been set and it depends on the decisions of our goodwill as a person who acts. Doing good, keep doing good, we never know how important it is for our good deeds of others around us.
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