This Has To Be What Giving Is All About.
Jun 29, 2015 13:35:38 #
slatten49
Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
I was sent this as a true story. Whether one is religious or not, this Marine is a true man of honor and I hope all appreciate this story.
"THIS IS HAS TO BE WHAT GIVING IS ALL ABOUT"
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. :thumbup:
SEMPER FI :!:
"THIS IS HAS TO BE WHAT GIVING IS ALL ABOUT"
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. :thumbup:
SEMPER FI :!:
Jun 29, 2015 13:37:17 #
Jun 29, 2015 13:55:43 #
slatten49 wrote:
I was sent this as a true story. Whether one is r... (show quote)
A wonderful story, thanks for sharing. j
Jun 29, 2015 16:25:44 #
Jun 30, 2015 06:26:23 #
Jun 30, 2015 11:43:29 #
Jun 30, 2015 17:37:32 #
slatten49 wrote:
I was sent this as a true story. Whether one is r... (show quote)
dam you Slat
I was feelin good before I read that
now I'm wiping tears from my eyes
great post :thumbup: :thumbup:
Jun 30, 2015 18:22:55 #
badbobby wrote:
dam you Slat
I was feelin good before I read that
now I'm wiping tears from my eyes
great post :thumbup: :thumbup:
I was feelin good before I read that
now I'm wiping tears from my eyes
great post :thumbup: :thumbup:
I'd bet Slats cried when he put it up, he was there.
Jun 30, 2015 18:24:54 #
BearK wrote:
I'd bet Slats cried when he put it up, he was there.
yeah he was prolly that Marine
he's that kinda guy :thumbup: :thumbup:
OOORAH
Jun 30, 2015 18:33:12 #
badbobby wrote:
yeah he was prolly that Marine
he's that kinda guy :thumbup: :thumbup:
OOORAH
he's that kinda guy :thumbup: :thumbup:
OOORAH
:thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:
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