Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this is one of my all time favorites, and I'd like to share it with you...
"I am a doctor working at a little clinic. At about 8:15 am on a Tuesday morning, an old man in his 80's walked into my clinic to remove some stitches he received a few days before.
It was a very busy morning, and I asked him to please sit and wait. He told me he was in a rush, as he had a very important engagement at 9am he couldn't miss. As he sat there, I couldn't help noticing that he kept checking his watch. I decided to treat him since the doctor in charge was extremely busy, and I knew it would take at least an hour until he could see him.
I took off his bandages and saw that the wound was healing nicely. While I was gently pulling out the stitches, I asked him where he was off to that was more important than taking out stitches. Was it also with a doctor?
"No," said the old man, "not a doctor. I am going to have breakfast with my wife, who is in the hospital."
"Why was she hospitalized, if I may ask?"
"She's been there for a few years now," he answered. "she has Alzheimer's and needs constant care."
As I finished taking out the stitches, I asked the man if his wife would be worried if he were late to their breakfast.
"No," he said quietly, "and she never will. She hasn't recognized me in over five years."
I was astounded by this and just had to ask: "And you go to her every morning although she doesn't know who you are?"
The man smiled, put his hand on mine and said: "She may not know who I am, but I know who she is, and I remember for both of us."
badbobby wrote:
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this is one of my all time favorites, and I'd like to share it with you...
"I am a doctor working at a little clinic. At about 8:15 am on a Tuesday morning, an old man in his 80's walked into my clinic to remove some stitches he received a few days before.
It was a very busy morning, and I asked him to please sit and wait. He told me he was in a rush, as he had a very important engagement at 9am he couldn't miss. As he sat there, I couldn't help noticing that he kept checking his watch. I decided to treat him since the doctor in charge was extremely busy, and I knew it would take at least an hour until he could see him.
I took off his bandages and saw that the wound was healing nicely. While I was gently pulling out the stitches, I asked him where he was off to that was more important than taking out stitches. Was it also with a doctor?
"No," said the old man, "not a doctor. I am going to have breakfast with my wife, who is in the hospital."
"Why was she hospitalized, if I may ask?"
"She's been there for a few years now," he answered. "she has Alzheimer's and needs constant care."
As I finished taking out the stitches, I asked the man if his wife would be worried if he were late to their breakfast.
"No," he said quietly, "and she never will. She hasn't recognized me in over five years."
I was astounded by this and just had to ask: "And you go to her every morning although she doesn't know who you are?"
The man smiled, put his hand on mine and said: "She may not know who I am, but I know who she is, and I remember for both of us."
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Excellent story thanks for posting that it made my eyes leak.
maximus
Loc: Chattanooga, Tennessee
badbobby wrote:
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this is one of my all time favorites, and I'd like to share it with you...
"I am a doctor working at a little clinic. At about 8:15 am on a Tuesday morning, an old man in his 80's walked into my clinic to remove some stitches he received a few days before.
It was a very busy morning, and I asked him to please sit and wait. He told me he was in a rush, as he had a very important engagement at 9am he couldn't miss. As he sat there, I couldn't help noticing that he kept checking his watch. I decided to treat him since the doctor in charge was extremely busy, and I knew it would take at least an hour until he could see him.
I took off his bandages and saw that the wound was healing nicely. While I was gently pulling out the stitches, I asked him where he was off to that was more important than taking out stitches. Was it also with a doctor?
"No," said the old man, "not a doctor. I am going to have breakfast with my wife, who is in the hospital."
"Why was she hospitalized, if I may ask?"
"She's been there for a few years now," he answered. "she has Alzheimer's and needs constant care."
As I finished taking out the stitches, I asked the man if his wife would be worried if he were late to their breakfast.
"No," he said quietly, "and she never will. She hasn't recognized me in over five years."
I was astounded by this and just had to ask: "And you go to her every morning although she doesn't know who you are?"
The man smiled, put his hand on mine and said: "She may not know who I am, but I know who she is, and I remember for both of us."
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Those who have never experienced true love just don't understand. I found out with my wife. The first time I saw her, I fell like a hunk of lead in a lake...fell hard!
bahmer wrote:
Excellent story thanks for posting that it made my eyes leak.
There must be a little dust in the air here too.
badbobby wrote:
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this is one of my all time favorites, and I'd like to share it with you...
"I am a doctor working at a little clinic. At about 8:15 am on a Tuesday morning, an old man in his 80's walked into my clinic to remove some stitches he received a few days before.
It was a very busy morning, and I asked him to please sit and wait. He told me he was in a rush, as he had a very important engagement at 9am he couldn't miss. As he sat there, I couldn't help noticing that he kept checking his watch. I decided to treat him since the doctor in charge was extremely busy, and I knew it would take at least an hour until he could see him.
I took off his bandages and saw that the wound was healing nicely. While I was gently pulling out the stitches, I asked him where he was off to that was more important than taking out stitches. Was it also with a doctor?
"No," said the old man, "not a doctor. I am going to have breakfast with my wife, who is in the hospital."
"Why was she hospitalized, if I may ask?"
"She's been there for a few years now," he answered. "she has Alzheimer's and needs constant care."
As I finished taking out the stitches, I asked the man if his wife would be worried if he were late to their breakfast.
"No," he said quietly, "and she never will. She hasn't recognized me in over five years."
I was astounded by this and just had to ask: "And you go to her every morning although she doesn't know who you are?"
The man smiled, put his hand on mine and said: "She may not know who I am, but I know who she is, and I remember for both of us."
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Remarkable and heart warming --- thank you !!!!!!
badbobby wrote:
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this is one of my all time favorites, and I'd like to share it with you...
"I am a doctor working at a little clinic. At about 8:15 am on a Tuesday morning, an old man in his 80's walked into my clinic to remove some stitches he received a few days before.
It was a very busy morning, and I asked him to please sit and wait. He told me he was in a rush, as he had a very important engagement at 9am he couldn't miss. As he sat there, I couldn't help noticing that he kept checking his watch. I decided to treat him since the doctor in charge was extremely busy, and I knew it would take at least an hour until he could see him.
I took off his bandages and saw that the wound was healing nicely. While I was gently pulling out the stitches, I asked him where he was off to that was more important than taking out stitches. Was it also with a doctor?
"No," said the old man, "not a doctor. I am going to have breakfast with my wife, who is in the hospital."
"Why was she hospitalized, if I may ask?"
"She's been there for a few years now," he answered. "she has Alzheimer's and needs constant care."
As I finished taking out the stitches, I asked the man if his wife would be worried if he were late to their breakfast.
"No," he said quietly, "and she never will. She hasn't recognized me in over five years."
I was astounded by this and just had to ask: "And you go to her every morning although she doesn't know who you are?"
The man smiled, put his hand on mine and said: "She may not know who I am, but I know who she is, and I remember for both of us."
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I have a friend who needs to read this. Her husband doesn’t know she’s his wife anymore and she’s his daily caregiver. She knows him. Beautiful love story. Thank you for sharing this.
byronglimish wrote:
There must be a little dust in the air here too.
Been raining too much here for dust. Must be pollen.
I've seen this, up close, and personal. My kids grandma. My ex father in law kept her at home with help. Never saw the man shed a tear. Until she passed.
Carol Kelly wrote:
Mine, too.
sometimes we need to feel sad and feel good
all at the same time
byronglimish wrote:
That's strength.
A man I admire very much.
This almost sounds like it could be auto-biographical.
badbobby wrote:
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this is one of my all time favorites, and I'd like to share it with you...
"I am a doctor working at a little clinic. At about 8:15 am on a Tuesday morning, an old man in his 80's walked into my clinic to remove some stitches he received a few days before.
It was a very busy morning, and I asked him to please sit and wait. He told me he was in a rush, as he had a very important engagement at 9am he couldn't miss. As he sat there, I couldn't help noticing that he kept checking his watch. I decided to treat him since the doctor in charge was extremely busy, and I knew it would take at least an hour until he could see him.
I took off his bandages and saw that the wound was healing nicely. While I was gently pulling out the stitches, I asked him where he was off to that was more important than taking out stitches. Was it also with a doctor?
"No," said the old man, "not a doctor. I am going to have breakfast with my wife, who is in the hospital."
"Why was she hospitalized, if I may ask?"
"She's been there for a few years now," he answered. "she has Alzheimer's and needs constant care."
As I finished taking out the stitches, I asked the man if his wife would be worried if he were late to their breakfast.
"No," he said quietly, "and she never will. She hasn't recognized me in over five years."
I was astounded by this and just had to ask: "And you go to her every morning although she doesn't know who you are?"
The man smiled, put his hand on mine and said: "She may not know who I am, but I know who she is, and I remember for both of us."
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Thanks Badbobby....
Now I have to promise to do the same for my wife..
badbobby wrote:
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this is one of my all time favorites, and I'd like to share it with you...
"I am a doctor working at a little clinic. At about 8:15 am on a Tuesday morning, an old man in his 80's walked into my clinic to remove some stitches he received a few days before.
It was a very busy morning, and I asked him to please sit and wait. He told me he was in a rush, as he had a very important engagement at 9am he couldn't miss. As he sat there, I couldn't help noticing that he kept checking his watch. I decided to treat him since the doctor in charge was extremely busy, and I knew it would take at least an hour until he could see him.
I took off his bandages and saw that the wound was healing nicely. While I was gently pulling out the stitches, I asked him where he was off to that was more important than taking out stitches. Was it also with a doctor?
"No," said the old man, "not a doctor. I am going to have breakfast with my wife, who is in the hospital."
"Why was she hospitalized, if I may ask?"
"She's been there for a few years now," he answered. "she has Alzheimer's and needs constant care."
As I finished taking out the stitches, I asked the man if his wife would be worried if he were late to their breakfast.
"No," he said quietly, "and she never will. She hasn't recognized me in over five years."
I was astounded by this and just had to ask: "And you go to her every morning although she doesn't know who you are?"
The man smiled, put his hand on mine and said: "She may not know who I am, but I know who she is, and I remember for both of us."
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I had a wife who died in a coma so I can relate
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