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May 27, 2019 11:47:44   #
badbobby Loc: texas
 
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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May 27, 2019 12:00:41   #
bahmer
 
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."
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this... (show quote)


Excellent story thanks for posting that it made my eyes leak.

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May 27, 2019 12:28:10   #
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."
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this... (show quote)



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!

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May 27, 2019 13:17:43   #
Michael Rich Loc: Lapine Oregon
 
bahmer wrote:
Excellent story thanks for posting that it made my eyes leak.


There must be a little dust in the air here too.

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May 27, 2019 13:18:12   #
TrueAmerican
 
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."
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this... (show quote)


Remarkable and heart warming --- thank you !!!!!!

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May 27, 2019 13:44:02   #
Carol Kelly
 
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."
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this... (show quote)


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.

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May 27, 2019 13:44:26   #
archie bunker Loc: Texas
 
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.

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May 27, 2019 13:44:49   #
Carol Kelly
 
bahmer wrote:
Excellent story thanks for posting that it made my eyes leak.


Mine, too.

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May 27, 2019 13:59:11   #
Michael Rich Loc: Lapine Oregon
 
archie bunker wrote:
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.


That's strength.

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May 27, 2019 13:59:56   #
badbobby Loc: texas
 
Carol Kelly wrote:
Mine, too.


sometimes we need to feel sad and feel good
all at the same time

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May 27, 2019 14:08:05   #
archie bunker Loc: Texas
 
byronglimish wrote:
That's strength.


A man I admire very much.

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May 27, 2019 14:32:39   #
Noraa Loc: Kansas
 
badbobby wrote:
sometimes we need to feel sad and feel good
all at the same time


Thanks Bobby!

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May 27, 2019 19:55:01   #
slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas
 
This almost sounds like it could be auto-biographical.

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May 27, 2019 20:30:42   #
Canuckus Deploracus Loc: North of the wall
 
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."
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this... (show quote)


Thanks Badbobby....

Now I have to promise to do the same for my wife..

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May 27, 2019 23:57:52   #
Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon
 
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."
Sometimes I get beautiful stories sent to me, this... (show quote)
I had a wife who died in a coma so I can relate

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