*How to Dance in the Rain**
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 exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the
doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures 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 arms, and
thought,
'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. ** *
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will
not be.** *
*With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one
that
comes along that has an important message. This is one of those.** *
*The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they
just make the best of everything they have
*I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did.
'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,
but how to dance in the rain..'*
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