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A nurse escorted a tired, anxious young man
to the bed side of an elderly man. "Your son
is here," she whispered to the patient. She
had to repeat the words several times before
the patient's eyes opened. He was heavily
sedated because of the pain of his heart
attack and he dimly saw the young man
standing outside the oxygen tent.
He reached out his hand and the young man
tightly wrapped his fingers around it,
squeezing a message of encouragement. The
nurse brought a chair next to the bedside.
All through the night the young man sat
holding the old mans hand, and offering
gentle words of hope. The dying man said
nothing as he held tightly to his son. |
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As dawn approached, the patient died. The
young man placed on the bed the lifeless
hand he had been holding, and then he went
to notify the nurse.
While the nurse did what was necessary, the
young man waited. When she had finished her
task, the nurse began to say words of
sympathy to the young man.
But he interrupted her. "Who was that man?"
He asked.
The startled nurse replied, "I thought he
was your father."
"No, he was not my father," he answered. "I
never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I
took you to him?" asked the nurse.
He replied, "I also knew he needed his son,
and his son just wasn't here. When I
realized he was too sick to tell whether or
not I was his son, I knew how much he needed
me..." |
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