Ok so I am new at blogger. I'm not sure when I will start my blog but I was reading otherpeoples blogs and this came from
http://christiecottage.blogspot.com/
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Sunday Spiritual - Grab a tissue
Just Stay
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.
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,
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.
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..
