Ray S S
Silver Member
Greetings, I received this in an email so am not sure if it is true but it is great reading.
A nurse took the tired, anxious Service man 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 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 and 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, and offering him words of love and strength.
Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused. Whenever
the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital;
the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, and
the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and 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
and 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 stuttered an answer.
"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 that he needed his son, and his son just
wasn't there. 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 killed in Iraq today, and 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.
HAVE A GREAT DAY AND BLESS SOMEONE
IN SOME LITTLE WAY TODAY!
A nurse took the tired, anxious Service man 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 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 and 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, and offering him words of love and strength.
Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused. Whenever
the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital;
the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, and
the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and 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
and 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 stuttered an answer.
"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 that he needed his son, and his son just
wasn't there. 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 killed in Iraq today, and 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.
HAVE A GREAT DAY AND BLESS SOMEONE
IN SOME LITTLE WAY TODAY!
: Thank you for sharing Your Email!!! Chug
