Thursday, September 12, 2013

The Kind of Love I Want in My Life

Culture & Society ---

The following was shared with me by my dear friend, Julius.  Someone shared it with him.  He told me it brought tears to his eyes.  It brought tears to my eyes also.  The author of this story is unknown....Please read and pass on....

It was a busy  morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.  He said he was in a hurry, as he had an appointment at 9:00 A.M.  I took his vital  signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour  before someone  would to able to see him.  I saw him looking at his watch and  decided, since I  was not busy with another patient,  I would evaluate his wound. 

On  examination, it was  well-healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to  remove his sutures, and redressed his wound.  While taking care of  his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment  this morning, as he seemed in such a hurry.  He told me he had no other doctor's appointment but that he needed to leave as he was having breakfast with his wife at the nursing home.  I inquired as to her  health.  He told me that she had been there  for a while and that she  was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.

As we  talked, I asked if she would be  upset if he were a bit late.  He  replied that she no longer knew  who he was and that she had not  recognized him in  five years now.  I was surprised, and asked him,  "And you still go every morning, even though she  doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he  patted my hand and said, "She doesn't  know me, but I still know who she is."

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