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.
> WE
> ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A
>
> TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE.
> WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN
> EXPERIENCE.
> 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.
> WE
> ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A
>
> TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE.
> WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN
> EXPERIENCE.
