Friday, July 18, 2008
How To Dance In The Rain~
I found this on my mom's blog and I decided to pull a Sherry and hork it! ( Love Sherry!)
For some reason this story really resonates with me. It is of course about the balance I have been struggling to find in my life. Don'tcha worry sometimes that if you don't slow down to be IN the moment you are going to miss out? I want to let go of the daily stresses. I want my peace! I keep thinking lately how much my kids have grown. Sometimes I feel freaked out wondering Whoa~ Where did the time go? Can you tell it has been bothering me? I post about this an awful lot. It's a kind of therapy for me. Working it out in my head and my heart. But I really feel as if I had been living in a dream like state for the past year. Waiting for life to happen to me instead of making it happen.Isn't it funny how when we start focusing on something, we start to hear the message and find it was all around us? We just weren't ready to hear it? Well, I am ready to hear it and AM doing everything I can to live it!
How To Dance In The Rain~
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to 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 arm, 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.
With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message. This one I thought I could share with you.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.
Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain