Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital
room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to
help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only
window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men
talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes,
their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on
vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could
sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he
could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those
one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the
activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a
lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their
model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of
the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city
skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all
this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his
eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade
passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In
his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive
words.
Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to
bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the
window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the
hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate,
the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was
happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left
him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to
take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of
seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside
the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his
deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She
said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others
happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but
happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the
things you have that money can't buy.