Topic: ~ The kind of love I want in my life ~ | |
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Each and every one of us here on JSH have been asked "what is it you are looking for in a relationship?" or "how do you define love?".... and collectively we have used a gazillion words to try to answer these questions. I did not write this beautiful story, yet I share it with you because it ebodies MY answer I hope you enjoy it ~
How To Dance In The Rain 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 am. 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 exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got he needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. 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 was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, 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.." I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life." True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have. "Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain." |
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Well put light
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Well you just gave me goose bumbs. That is an awesome story and the kind of love I hope to find also.
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Exactly Lightvoice...very well said.
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(Happy tears)
Everyone should dance in the rain! (((LightVoice))) Beautiful share! Hope all is well over there! |
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That's very nice. I like it. Sounds like a true love that is hard to find these days.
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so beautiful
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That is so beautiful.Deep & pure love indeed.Thx!dear 4 sharing that w/ us.
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Wow! That was quite the story. Reminded me of Nancy and Ronald Reagan. She really stuck by him to the end and that had to be the saddest funeral I have ever watched.
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What a great story ... ah, to remember the Notebook
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What a great story ... ah, to remember the Notebook And YES, THAT ALL, is what we ALL would love to have .... But time has to have time to grow into THAT kind of love, and time is what we all lose to HAVE as we grow older. High school sweethearts to the end of their lives,,,are the ones trully blessed... |
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Wow! That was quite the story. Reminded me of Nancy and Ronald Reagan. She really stuck by him to the end and that had to be the saddest funeral I have ever watched. true be that eh? what a real love story .. those two |
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Each and every one of us here on JSH have been asked "what is it you are looking for in a relationship?" or "how do you define love?".... and collectively we have used a gazillion words to try to answer these questions. I did not write this beautiful story, yet I share it with you because it ebodies MY answer I hope you enjoy it ~ How To Dance In The Rain 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 am. 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 exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got he needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. 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 was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, 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.." I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life." True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have. "Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain." Glad to see someone 'gets' it. |
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I bet his wife had nice cans
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Wow!! Thank you for sharing that.
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