It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
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 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 details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months 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 real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides 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. ‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
Wow. This made me really happy but also really really sad at the same time.
Jack Nicholson, who played the Joker in 1989 - and who was furious he wasn’t consulted about the creepy role - offered a cryptic comment when told Ledger was dead. “Well,” Nicholson told reporters in London early Wednesday, “I warned him.”
That last quote gave me chills
Really? Interesting if true
I read something that said he told him not to do it. Joker is one of, if not the, most sadistic villains. He kills to kill. There’s no method. Which is why all of the previous portrails were campy or jokey.
There is no way you can portray a character like that and not bring home even the smallest bits of it. It’s kind of sad. The Joker was scary as shit, and I honestly believe that getting into that character messed with his head.
It would be really interesting to see the notebook Ledger kept while working up the character, maybe it did mess with his head.. and that quote is something to think about, if true.
Throughout our life we come across someone that is a complete opposite of who we are. We once view them as nothing more then a friend, or in my case as the president. But then they become something more and you end up falling in love. Whether its their bright smile or their constant complaining, they end up becoming your best friend. You create memories, laughs, tears, arguments, and even “love” with each other. But as every great story, there comes an ending. You both grow apart and travel your separate ways and what was once called love, ends up being nothing more then two awkward strangers. But in a matter of months the love that was once there had not disappeared, it merely was replaced by something even more important, friendship.
I know I am a couple days late, but Happy Birthday Rebecca. I know we may not see eye to eye and you’re stubborn as hell but I still care about you. Thank you for being there for me and listening to all my girl problems. Even though you are my “Ex” I know our story doesn’t end because we will always be friends. Happy Birthday again.
This photo means so much to me. So much it’s crazy. Sienna is only 6 months old… she has a clean slate and a whole life to make mistakes, good and bad. But I will never let her make the same mistakes as me. I will make sure she always knows I’m here for her. She felt my scars for about 15 minutes, she kept looking up at me. From the moment she touched them, she didn’t take her hand away. She fell asleep in my arms, and still had her tiny hands resting on them. I can’t keep her safe from everything. But I will never let these demons take her over too…
