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Tuesday, January 5, 2010 4:38:35 AM
And life is what we make it
And life is what we make it, always has been, always will be...
Grandma Moses
There was once two man, both serious ill, in the same small room of a great hospital. Quite a small room, it had one window looking out on the world.One of the men, as part of his treatment, was allow to sit up in bed for an hour in the afternoon (something to do with draining the fluid from his lungs). His bed was next to the window. But the other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
Every afternoon when the next to the window was dropped up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing what he could see outside.The window apparently overlooked a part where there was a lke. There were ducks and swans in the lake, and children came to throw them bread and sail model boats.Young lovers walked hand in handbeneath the trees, and there were flowers and stretches of grass, games of softball. And at the back. behind the bridge on tress, was a fine view of the city skyline.
the man on his back would listen to the other man describe all of this, enjoy everything minute. He heard how the child nearly fell into the lake, and how beautiful the girls waere in there summer dresses. His friend's descriptions eventually made him fell he could almost see what was happening outside.
then one fine afternoon, the thoughr struck him: why should the man next to the window have all the pleasure of seeing what was going on? Why shouldn't he get the chance? He felt ashamed. Btu the more he try not to think like that, the worse he wanted a change. He'd do anything! one night as he stared at the ceiling, the other man suddently woke up, coughing and choking, his hands groping for the button that would bring the nurse running. but the man watched without moving-even when the sound of breathing stopped.Tin the morning. the nurde found the other man dead, and quietli took his body away.
as soon as it seemed decent, the man asked if he could be switched to the bed next to the window. so they move him, tucked him in, and make him quite comfortable. the munite they left, he propped himself up on one elbow, painfully and laboriously,and looked out the window.
it faced a blank wall.
