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Thursday, March 11th, 2010

HOSPITAL WINDOW

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 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 real world outside.

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.

“Today is a gift, that’s why it is called the present.”

God, grant me the Serenity to accept the things I can not change, Courage to change the things I can, and Wisdom to know the difference.

Tags: HOSPITAL, hospital window, mean, story, window
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Do you know the story of Samir Kantar?

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

He is one of the “heroes” welcomed back by Hezbollah in exchange for Israeli corpses. Now that he is a free man maybe John Stewart, Dave Letterman and Larry King will want to have him on and ask him what it is like to bash in the head of a four-year-old.

“In the dead of night on April 22, 1979, Kantar and three other gunmen made their way in a rubber dinghy from Lebanon to the sleepy Israeli coastal town of Nahariya, 5 miles south of the Lebanese border. There, in a hail of gunfire and exploding grenades, they killed a policeman who stumbled upon them, then burst into the apartment of Danny Haran, herding him and his 4-year-old daughter outside at gunpoint to the beach below, where they were killed.

An Israeli court found that Kantar shot Danny Haran in front of his child, then smashed her head with his rifle butt. ” http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080716/ap_on_re_mi_ea/israel_lebanon

Tags: corpses, dave letterman, exchange, free man, head, heroes, hezbollah, John, john stewart, kantar, larry king, man, Samir Kantar, Stewart, story
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Where can I find the story romeo and Juliet on the internet without buying the book.?

Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010

I need to find a quote from romeo and Juliet that will help me with explaining ” Anger is only one letter away from danger” If you could possibly show me a website where the whole play of roméo and Juliet would be it would be greatly appreciated. If you have any ideas for the quote too:) Thanks again!
sailing chic

Tags: anger, book, danger, internet, Juliet, letter, play, quote, romeo, roméo and juliet, story, website
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What does it mean to peel down your cigarette Army style?

Thursday, February 25th, 2010

Its from a Salinger story, Down at the Dinghy
“She peeled down her cigarette Army style”

Tags: Army, army style, cigarette, dinghy, peel, salinger, story, style
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Do you know this short story? Searching for the author/title of a short story I read years ago?

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

The story is set in a sea port. The opening scene is of a boy freeing a hawk or a kestrel from being tangled in the mast/sail of a ship.
In the port, the boy meets a girl on the beach who gives him an orange.
The boy is with a group of other sailors. One is a big Russian(?) who he becomes friends with, sort of.
He is on his way to meet the girl and the Russian stops him or gets in his way or tries to smother him.
He kills the Russian with a knife.
A fugitive, he hides in to the strange town.
He escapes because the hawk people hide him as payment for freeing the hawk tangled in the first scene.

I’m not sure whether the author was American or European.
The story was set in the early twentieth century or late nineteenth century.
The story is set in a sea port. The opening scene is of a boy freeing a hawk or a kestrel from being tangled in the mast/sail of a ship.
In the port, the boy meets a girl on the beach who gives him an orange.
The boy is with a group of other sailors. One is a big Russian(?) who he becomes friends with, sort of.
He is on his way to meet the girl and the Russian stops him or gets in his way or tries to smother him.
He kills the Russian with a knife.
A fugitive, he hides in to the strange town.
He escapes because the hawk people hide him as payment for freeing the hawk tangled in the first scene.

I’m not sure whether the author was American or European.
The story was set in the early twentieth century or late nineteenth century.

It is more literary than popular fiction, more G.D.Maupassant-like or Dostoievski-like rather than any more recent author. Definitely pre-1945.

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