Don G. Dinsdale Loc: El Cajon, CA (San Diego County)

A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.

"Your son is here," she said to the old man. 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 & 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 & offering him words of love & strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away & rest awhile. He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her & of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries & moans of the other patients.

Now & 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 & 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?"

"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, & his son just wasn't here. When I realized that 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, & 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.
GOD WILL BLESS YOU!


This is what we are put on earth to do anyway, right?

PoppaGringo Loc: Muslim City, Mexifornia, B.R.

An oldie but goodie. :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:

bahmer

A real tearjerker that is for sure.

lindajoy Loc: right here with you....

Tears, did you have to bring tears???

Beautiful~~ :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup: :thumbup:

Don G. Dinsdale Loc: El Cajon, CA (San Diego County)

I was told about 37 years ago, everytime you cry, you let a little more of God in, made sense then as it does now...

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lindajoy Loc: right here with you....

Something like that makes sesnse, period!! At least to me...

I believe the rain is our angels spreading tears cleansing the world of its sorrow.m

Don G. Dinsdale Loc: El Cajon, CA (San Diego County)

I like that...

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lindajoy Loc: right here with you....

As you may see, yours made me cry, thus sense. .as it should have been...