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Aug 26, 2019 07:35:53   #
slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today

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Aug 26, 2019 08:13:55   #
no propaganda please Loc: moon orbiting the third rock from the sun
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true stor... (show quote)


There are tears in my eyes over this beautiful story. Thank you for posting it. Now I must send it on to others.
God Bless You and all other caring people.

NPP and SWMBO

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Aug 26, 2019 08:20:57   #
Big dog
 
no propaganda please wrote:
There are tears in my eyes over this beautiful story. Thank you for posting it. Now I must send it on to others.
God Bless You and all other caring people.

NPP and SWMBO


Ditto

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Aug 26, 2019 08:27:01   #
sisboombaa
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true stor... (show quote)


Fantastic story. I'm sure it is/was/will be a happening many times over. The statement, "we are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience", is one of the few totally true facts surrounding us as we live out our temporary human act. And thank God the human act is temporary.

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Aug 26, 2019 08:27:04   #
Rose42
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true stor... (show quote)


I love it.

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Aug 26, 2019 08:47:09   #
debeda
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true stor... (show quote)


what a story

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Aug 26, 2019 08:51:19   #
lpnmajor Loc: Arkansas
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true stor... (show quote)


Truly touching.

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Aug 26, 2019 09:11:49   #
Wonttakeitanymore
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true stor... (show quote)


Beautiful story!

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Aug 26, 2019 09:48:31   #
Hug
 
Brought big tears.

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Aug 26, 2019 09:54:47   #
Michael Rich Loc: Lapine Oregon
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true stor... (show quote)




That has me teary-eyed too. Thanks Slat, for the example of love for fellow man.

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Aug 26, 2019 09:57:45   #
America 1 Loc: South Miami
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true stor... (show quote)


Nice to hear good and caring people still around.
Thanks for the story.

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Aug 26, 2019 10:12:48   #
Lonewolf
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true stor... (show quote)


Wow that brought tears thanks

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Aug 26, 2019 10:54:41   #
EN Submarine Qualified Loc: Wisconsin East coast
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true stor... (show quote)


Thank you for posting. I can barely see my keys.

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Aug 26, 2019 11:09:01   #
Kazudy
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
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Mr.Slatten, I just had to repost this, it went up on my Facebook page.

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Aug 26, 2019 11:20:33   #
Carol Kelly
 
slatten49 wrote:
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true story. This Marine is a true man of honor. I hope all appreciate this .....

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside of a patient.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man in the bed.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.

Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital...the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited.

Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.

"Who was that man?" he asked.

The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."

"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?" asked the nurse.

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew that he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was k**led in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"

The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."

The next time someone needs you...just be there. Stay. We are not human beings going through a temporary spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings going through a temporary human experience.

Please pass this on and you will be blessed. This is what we are put on this earth to do anyway, right? Have a great day and bless someone else in some small way today
This is a repost of what I was sent as a true stor... (show quote)


Such men as this Marine are many. Their love of country and their fellow man make them what they are...American military. God Bless America and God Bless Us All.
No one could read this without weeping. May we all do something to serve mankind in this God given life. Thank for sharing this today.

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