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How To Dance In The Rain
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his
80s 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 be 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
the 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 arms 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. |
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