Happy Birthday Bonnie...
Apr 20, 2011
|Today is sister Bonnie's birthday. We had a great meal for dinner this evening, crab & sweet white corn-on-the-cob. Followed by strawberry shortcake, Bonnie's favorite. And to sweeten the rest of the evening, the ladies swept our nightly hand & foot game. It's a version of canasta in case you are not familiar with it. We really enjoy playing & we'll miss playing with Bonnie & Larry. Of course, we also play with our good friends Dick & Lou while we're in South Dakota so we don't get rusty, lol!
We are a couple of days later in leaving Nevada than planned. Sunday we discovered a large chunk missing from our front tire so had the tire replaced Monday. We also lost the compressor that operates our truck airbags that same day! Can't believe the timing. Anyway, we had to have one shipped in from Oregon & it is supposed to arrive tomorrow morning & installation is scheduled for 1pm. We had a reservation at Dead Horse Ranch State Park in Cottonwood but were able to call & change our arrival date with a small penalty. Another reason we typically don't make reservations. Seldom has that practice been an issue. Because of Spring Break for the school children we chose to make a reservation this time. Anyway, things always seem to work out in the end. We are very blessed & grateful for our life.
Today I am going to share a story I have read a few times in the past. But in case you've missed it, I'm sure it will move you just as it did us. Have a wonderful day.
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman 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 the pain 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, 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 answered.
"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 he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. 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.